THE POWER OF THE WISDOM - There was a time In that i cried Propped against the windowpanes While the rain sneaked out- The pleasure of the mixture Of the salted tears With to sweet water of the rain- It contrasted with the pain of the soul Hurted by the incomprehension Of so much deviated direction - The glasses become dimmed In the blow of the hiccup Evidencing the temperature of the pain - Today I lay me With the quiet tears - Today no longer they hurt me the eyes Nor they dig furrows in the skin - Today it is the scream of the wisdom In silence ritual - To understand the incomprehensible Close doors eternally - The truth is that the power of the wisdom Not it saves the humanity's evils! It checks you the conscience of your limitations... - Analua Zoé (2005-11-17) -Work base create in TwistedBrush and image worked in Ulead Photo Express.