Petals in the Trenches : Essay by Eduardo Alexandre Pinto

My visit in the whishes that I hear in the frequency of thought impressions around all providential succeeding of psyche energy is for me a task printed in the absorbed curtains which follow the shadows as detection of all fragments of the conscious. Just like strumming on the lead guitar announcing the worlds ceremony as the planet is rotating as the thinking does. Thought can be found everywhere there is brain activity; the libido makes from thought an engine to attract a partner or to volunteer a heart in the orchestra of the generous people, which deliver their music as lives holding the little orphans by a delicate candy nature where both are a palm from the escalating tree where the loving goes. Thought drives in free motion of every serious life coma and liberates the new countries from rules and regulations for a better breathing because to think is natural and laws are not.