Darius' English Journal

The day moved slow as if time froze its self the color were Grey as if was  death has arrived fighting the impossible feel that death was near, the odour of rotten skin reeks,mthe floor sit that was the taste of blood this is the the end and end by a jaggered knife as If it Peirced my soul, has time stopped or is it that death is near…

Laying down thinking, what make us human, is it the fact that we can feel emotion as we can touch the fabrics of silk or taste the delighting honey that we crave or is it simple we can see the creation have been made in the past or smell the flowers that we adore as gifts we give as an apologie or a event.

the surging energy that is built up through the World Cup opening each player breathing in both taste of glory they can each taste and smell the fresh grass on the pitch feeling the exitiment of this rare event seeing the cup its self with no owner yet make it this way,