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| There are many nights in one�s life. And many are unique or special or just different. For instance, mysterious nights are when I gaze into the starred sky and wonder about �how did it all begin� and what existed before the � Big Bang�. Or even if there are other life forms in a remote corner of this ever-growing Universe. And if there are, could they be looking at me? In these nights, I like to lie down on the grass, looking at the stars and embracing the harmony and protection Mother Earth gently provides. Nevertheless, a perfect night is one spent with someone special. There are few sensations comparable to holding the one of your dreams in your arms and feeling united by mutual warmth as you stare at a full moon. Because the unique moments you share with that person will remain in your memory ever after. Of course, not all nights are meant to be emotionally so profound. So, nights are also when I feel a sudden urge to release the long-accumulated tension of both body and mind in a euphoric and intense way. In so doing, my body starts moving at a frenzied rhythm, making me feel the vital energy from every cell flowing in my veins and through my body. Therefore, on nights like these, I dance like I never danced before to the sound of house music played by DJs at the disco. And when I come to my senses, I�m smiling with tremendous joy and satisfaction. Pedro Teiga |
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| Night�s when I feel the day has vanished, the wind spreads its wings softly over every living creature, and no other eyes can be seen except the eyes of a tiger that is coming to get the fallen. Sometimes the wind is cold, sometimes warm, and sometimes I just blow it away leaving a black stillness in the air. It�s like my soul has a will of its own, and I just let myself go into the world of the lost souls. Sometimes I feel a pulse telling me it is time to stop playing with fire, and I just go back home after doing what had to be done deep inside. Night-time doesn�t choose a right or wrong time to come and suck you in. It just comes down, whether you want it or not. Sometimes I wonder why it is that way, but no answer comes across from those thoughts in my head, so I just let it be and enjoy every single sip of its beauty. Even when it tries to make my blood come out, I enjoy our struggle as we fight each other with all our power, and suddenly, when both of us realise that no one is going to win the game, we just decide to go our ways together, I become the dark, the dark becomes me, we become everything on the top of the world, descending to hell, ascending to heaven, both, free. The night is just a part of an inner beauty that an individual should not despise, one must make it as beautiful as it can possibly be. Bruno Duarte |
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