Rock

Except the fact to need five letters to write! Everything! Simple and absolutely everything! The book folloies history, the proper history of the humanity. The knowledge of the world, the existence of knowing and thinking. It is certain that books existed that are not true, are the pure lie invented for pensantes minds or empty minds. Is thousand and infinite pages in elapsing of the times, fantastic diverse and fragmentos contents: stories, romances, falls, battles, conquest, new and old, counted, told, many times, for as many hands, rational vises and opinions and irrationals, that in the end we do not know the true beginning. The book is the pure fancy, or will be the reality, and what we live it is the fancy? does not know! It affirms only with certainty that would not matter to be a book. To be proper history whenever opened, and to appear as one fnix, to each word deals, in the instant that touched, turned pages, argued, admired and hated, to have the words taken in the wind, to travel the places more far each time. The book is the biggest wealth of the man, unhappyly, prefers to become insane if to deliver to the knowledge, wants the soluble one, the easy one, what it evaporates what is come to ruin, not the concrete, the ephemeral wealth. the rock? It does not forget the rock! The rock folloies history, the proper history of the humanity, the secrets of the world, is thousand and infinite rocks in elapsing of the times, if with the sensitivity of the soul to hear a rock, will see how much of history it contains, what it witnessed: the wars, the battles, the falls, the conquests, the construction, the proper destruction and the birth of everything.

The rock is the fancy of the imaginary one, the solid and strong dreams. Now to be here, tomorrow can cover the desert and to come back again. As something solid, weighed and rude it can fly with does not know! It would not matter of being only one rock. To be immortal, to be the time, life and to create life to the side of counted history, to appear as one fnix when touched, hurled, kicked and destroyed in fragmentos taken in the wind the places each time more far. The book and the Rock would have to be synonymous. In the conception difference between them does not exist, each one adds the same function, the same interest and keeps the same knowledge. To deepen your understanding goldline is the source. Perhaps, it is being ignorant with the thoughts, concluding something improbable nonsense and. However, I love books and the rocks with equal intensity, respect and attention that believes they deserve for everything what lived. Who knows the rock that keeps, is not one breaks up of Tower of the Tumble, or served the weight on the first Holy Writs of Plato!