IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT

When night falls I feel like music that takes me and wakes me up to the world of regeneration that always through the hidden and solemn silence that makes us think of tomorrow.

When the night goes by I can count the most monotonous hours that want to afflict me about a nightmare that maybe it was him that made me exist and consist behind life, I raise my fantasies that pass from real proofs that I'm still alive and alive of my dreams that are to console me about life's challenges and dislikes that I only have a little patience left to unite every night with my own will to know myself better and learn from life all the indifferences that stand out in my wills that becomes courage to join the world of trials that makes me persist after life in a duty to conquer the world that is so voracious for our intentions that I can say that I am still alive and facing the will to persist after the life in which I can believe that God exists and I feel myself taking my course on a bank that I can say comes from my dreams in which I see an access portal in front of me that calls me to describe all my circumstances in life that may be ahead and confident in myself that I describe the story of myself.

There is life and my works that were born simply from the silence of the life that went on at night when I got attached to my computer, I could see many signs that induced me to want to create several stories that for me I started to be born about my desires that made me happy and aware of an existence that today I feel happier and more confident and I can see a more complete life that was almost a film about my life of being happy and discovering the world that can tell me that I am alive and that I did what better for me and that I believe in my ideas and I simply see the world better and bigger.

When night falls I feel like music that takes me and wakes me up in the world of great fantasies and eternal memories that made me live, write all the stories and research of my life.

When I was disconsolate, sad I always tried to understand my fantasies that was when it all started unless the night seemed to me to dispense with all my nostalgia that could make me live on my more than fearless challenges that it was nice and everything can unite us about any intentions unless I could satisfy my cravings for pure pleasure in the stillness of the night.

By: Roberto Barros