Pensamento...

Eu vejo as luzes da Estrada que conduzo e por cada km que me afasto fico mais fraco, mais velho, mais frio.. A floresta deixa-me e as montanhas são a cortina espessa que me indica que caminho ao contrario do meu destino, para longe do meu karma, e a besta metálica faz o que lhe mando sem me contrariar, e ao início do primeiro dia de conta, lá estou eu outra vez, no mundo dos demónios, das sombras e da escuridão, no meio do odio, da loucura e da inveja... e sorrio para que pareça que está tudo bem, mas não está, cada noite que passo aqui, longe da minha alma e da minha Valhalla eu vou morrendo segundo a segundo, olhar a olhar, rua a rua, km a km, entretido em lutas e conquistas que nada de bom ou honroso trazem... e se eu nada fizer, se eu não partir enquanto forças me restam, eles os que me amam, vão perceber que no fundo, tudo o que eu sempre quis foi, voltar para casa...e acabarei por morrer aqui...

long years fighting another long life to survive

Is a peaceful thing to know that freedom has a rule that belongs to me, something wrong is the good that leave... but two of them stood tall and faced the devil with their back against the wall…

As a warrior would do, he stood in front and ordered the kids to leave and to keep on going and not look back… and so we could be free e fought…he stood tall and faced the devil with his back to the wall… He stabbed it once and the devil run for 3 years until it got back and he still won’t let it go until its hover and he kept the devil away from the village for another 3 years…but the wounds were too much…the blood to little and he died in her arms…smiling…

The devil cunning waited outside the village and knowing the 4 children would be strong and kill him we sat and waited the 3 years.. and one night, she herd a noise and knew it was it…she left with her husband honor and tried to fight the daemon, but the beast was as coward as always and attacked from behind.. she tried to resist for hours the pain and the blood, by the time her son Mathews got to her she was already going..

And so it is…. Alone in the village the four brothers have to be prepared for the cunnings of the beast because it is out there wounded but out there… and there’s only one way to deal with it…fighting it…

To all of us

ethernal story

My life has to be read by me in a different way than other people, so that I can survive...I try to think of it like in the great stories. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow..... Because even darkness must pass.... A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you when you where a child, and when you knew family valor. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. People in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't.Lots of chances to quit and lay down arms and shields..but they kept going, marching, fighting every day, healing every wound. Because they were holding on to something. And I?! I hold on to my values, family, honor and true love... So i'll let my parent's value linger to my descendents... and I'll survive wearing each and every day until my last breath my family banner...my fathers strength, my mothers love, my brothers union, my childrens blood will make my heart beat and my legs move each morning, and will take me in to bed each night...

My family my blood my life, for you now and ever my sword

Bruno