Light
We receive from escancarada mouth to the light that if spreads for the infinite sky. The private food of the body and the soul. With the light that we receive we treat fast to hide it and occults it in we ourselves, as a thief in the been silent one of the night. As a hungry eager villain and for food, it swallows everything hastily from fear that each crumb disappears or is taken to it. With the light that we receive we deal fast to perhaps distribute it and the speed to our insaciveis and uncommon desires that to the berros each time always demands more. With the light that we receive we keep our fancy gostos without in them importing to the minimum of the foolishness and superficiality that this can seem. With the light that we receive we treat to transform it into dense darknesses, so dense that we are lost in it.
