The TRIBE

Slowly
You find that the dividing line between you and your icons gradually withdraw to the other side, that you have become a symbol of those symbols that do not die inside you.
You become an icon of yourself, which will never die.
And that everything happening to you, become history, which does not end
And everything you do is just a small step towards the TRIBE which everyone tries to reach.

Slowly
You discover that you are still putting mental salvation seeds, in the minds of all people around you.
Hardly, trying not to fall, despite the passage of time that left his white traces in your hair
You are trying to revive the TRIBE, despite the lack of passengers
discovering you are still the same person but you have become an Icon.

Slowly
You discover the truth, clarified as the sky at night
You find out that you are a Madman, a Prophet
That you are one of The Tempests, one of The Rebellious Spirits, that you are The Son of Man, and all your life is a Procession for the Sand and Foam of the sea.
Abruptly all these facts become more clear more visible than life
therefore, you try till your death to revive the TRIBE.

Intro or A Few Words From A Humans Scrap For Sale Or Facts ... Choose What You Like

01 - As you have noticed from the title .... I don't speak English very well as it's my third spoken language so forgive me for any fault may be done.

02 - As you have noticed from the previous point the English Language is my third spoken one that's mean i can speak three languages so forgive me again if i make any grammatically faults (like the one I've done in this sentence)

03 - As you have noticed from the previous point, I'll be very happy if u correct any faults.

04 - I've decide to write in English for a simple reason .... it's the most common language in the universe maybe not everyone can speak it but everyone can understand it.

05 - Also I need more people to read what I write, more people to interact mentally with me.

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