The translation below can have problems, excuse me for that. Made in Bryce 6.1. The image of the Outdoor is property of: Ekin Caglar. All Rights Reserved. Tireless fighter of the human rights. For larger information to access: http://www.ekincaglar.com, be your part. The art can and it is in the nature before everything, not only in the beautiful landscapes, but also in the contrasts that only the human being can provoke. A small poem: The great majority should know the meaning of: Hunger, cold, abandonment, disillusion, discourages. Few know your action. When the hunger is made present, she doesn't choose companion, with her other visions appear, it doesn't usually affect only a. The cold doesn't inform if it informs doesn't give time for the warm clothing when he exists. The abandonment executes the contempt for the abandoned. The disillusion begins to take form in the lowering presence of the cold, in the certainty of the abandonment. The lack of hope appears after the continuous hunger, of the cold that becomes companion, of the abandonment that exhausts and of the disillusion that now is fact. During the rain the lake is corned of a constant bombing of small drops, the waves are formed and they cross, they appear and they disappear. The Solidarity for not being continuous in most of the people: Softens the hunger (the good would be if it eliminated), Frightens the cold momentarily (the good would be that roots definitive), Deceives the abandoned, giving him/her sensation of Help (when it should welcome him), Gives advice (when actually he/she should practice them), Simulates hope, showing a false light at the end of the tunnel (when it should provide the flashlight of eternal piles). The relief: I am lying, but it is not for the sleep: it is for not wanting to see my present, it is for, for the present, not to imagine my future, it is for waiting the end of my present, it is for not having domain of my present, it is for not could change my future, he depends of other, it is for the others that can, but they don't see my present, My glance aims at the stranger, perhaps seeking yours in the hope that sees me. I feel that in my glance yours exists. Thank you for having read. Thandaluz.