We always build future cultures on the ruins of the past. We have peace within us all
Defeated and within our hearts the remnants of wars and the wreckage of people and graves of positions passed on us
The departure stations we went through and the wishes and pitfalls we have enough of Elias lost
A lot of sometimes Rama Balut Rima parting and sometimes in courtesy.
How painful that is!
Living inside the cemetery experiences cruel how cruel it is to be loaded with Antar crosses
On them the travelers finally keep lonely Elias Mo Ladem cemetery of our experiences and sorrow
It is the walls we build our graves with our own hands and the hands of others and inhabit them alone
When you close your eyes and feel that everything penetrates momentarily, here you must wake up from us.
You must feel yourself because you are alive because you are strong because you exist
A wayfarer throws you sorrows and aches and lets you inhabit his experiences and experiences
He leaves you alone and departs. Take off the garment of despair and wear a cloak of hope
From the roses tell the orchards of optimism when it saves man's value and quality in life
There is nothing left to him higher than the value of self - know yourself and your goal and your abilities and dreams
And your ambitions.
The means of defeatism became more than the means of hope and optimism
While we also do not find a dose or glimmer of light
The night lapses and you sink in the dark
It seems that there are only a few who call for the name of hope, but no one listens to them, but considered crazy in the era of wise depression !!
