Shades of November

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"A pillow of fear over the mouth, the pain of an absent look, a fence of tears and silence, a push, a pardon, through the streets of the world I am"

November.

There is a time to pronounce and another time to remain silent, there is a time to look for the future and another time to forget the past, there is a time to open the road and another time to leave is lead, there is a time for life and another time to close my eyes and rest, there is a time for truth and another time to be fooled.

Probably in the month of November when more we miss all those absent loved, already on his first day materializes the death, the smell of the flowers, the sadness and the grey of the environment makes us remember that we are passing in the life and that someday we also inhabit in the desolate prairies of death.

November shrinks us the heart, the sadness is projected in the environment, and we often wonder...Where they are mysteries hidden death? The white and lonely tombs
are filled with flowers, the cemeteries full of people, and as we walked through the streets of forgotten the dead are present, We ask ourselves...What slopes, that corners behind the death?

November is presented as a broken, as a push, a cry in the air, as a decapitated chimera that imposes its misery fell, as a betrayal, as a lie and while the skulls yearn for life, walk to stumble between tears and wounds.

In November is celebrated the death with an explosion of life, carnations, roses, bells and chrysanthemums, daisies and gladiolus for our dear people, November is the time of the dead, but the flowers were created to enjoy them in life.

Shades of November,
Ash, rain and solitude,
Branches of wire,
Glitter, shadow and Trinity

Air of November,
Death, Darkness and life,
Shrouds of reverse,
Rust, flowers and frugality.

The dead do not require dressings, those who have gone live in our minds, in our hearts and all our memories, I usually November flowers placed at home in Crystal vases, and while I look at them and I enjoy their fragrance, the dead trying to cross the invisible bridges that separate the death of life.

In the watchmen of the time have been leaving stranded facts and names that lie dead, It is in the month of November when you have the certainty of the Fleming and also one day next to them will be we. It was in November when Saddam Hussein was sentenced to the gallows, in November the Nazi Party was consolidated in the Reichstag with 192 parliamentarians, in November started the revolution in Russia, in November took place the dark night of broken glass, he was also in the month of November when John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, in November was murdered Pier Paolo Pasolini and a November of the year 2003 flew by last time the Concorde, It will also be in November when Hillary Clinton is proclaimed the first woman to direct the fate of all Americans and North America.

Dedicated to Susan.

"An incipient flame us burns in November, the portrait of a missing child is present, pain us crushing insolent, a pillow of fear over the mouth materializes in November, an absent look pain is present, a dark fence draws the grim reaper, while in silence passes the life"

November.

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