Time and its role

Love runs away from all created rules that go beyond moral precepts, meeting the voracious feeling that is allied with the desire to love and that feeling lived without guilt.

In its rules I present myself as a protagonist, I think so. Of course, your accomplishments neutralize my protagonism and I can explain that. When I think that I am the owner of my dreams, I realize that dreams turn into nightmares when I dedicate my love to other people's loves, to nights filled with laughter, looks and hugs broken by friendship, who scream and fight for an unconquered position, however, only envied.

I am astonished in the most intimate moments and I see it cause (in me) reflections on morality absent from right, persisting wrong, where questions like “as if it is right or wrong” no longer make sense; the fact of living and feeling and, above all, loving, flees all the rules created (and never followed) that go beyond moral precepts, towards the voracious feeling that is allied to the desire to love and to that feeling lived without guilt.

In the uncertainty that time has no age and since it is just an accessory, I allow myself to question and validate this feeling, but only after the fait accompli, of bodies that not only want today, but that seek to say [in foolishness] that you I want the anonymity of some and the affirmation of my world.

Today, I breathe air – sometimes impure – that soon cause me mild (or somber) consequences of the simple fact of existing, of becoming, of becoming or of the uncontrollable ills of time that, for others, is infinite and that for mine senses, even without age, can be in contact with the days in a mathematical logic created only by me, in the theory of loves or lovers, who walk a tightrope to the understanding of two worlds mentioned by Plato (Sensible or Intelligible). In order to know, I choose the intelligible world, hijacking my destiny in the dreamed ideal world.

Antelmara Silva.

Pedagogue and degree in Philosophy.