The clash between the sun and the moon

Hard concrete walls in the face of humidity and over time are breaking up, thoughts crystallized over time are changing, empires fail to succumb to time and the world is changing, dreams go and modify, soften, melt like sand to fly with the air. Time pushes dreams, pushes pains, erases memory to mature new opportunities as hopes for beings that rise and fall daily, wake up when they wake up and fall into the dream, renew the lack of compensation for pain, a candle lit at dawn until the night already be consumed to the new day to light it again.

Flames that ignite, the flame could be called: faith, and the body: the motor, outside the sun is the huge flame that never extinguishes and cyclically gives us the light to light our darkness. Without the sun we might be eternal nightlights without our enlightening ideas, without God we might be forever discouraged without our soul glow, without the engines the cars would be just carcasses.

Light in darkness brings all other colors, like a clash between the gods of light and the gods of darkness, the clash between the sun and the moon, between the light of intelligence that stands out against the darkness that ignorance permeates, the light brings the eternal clash, the eternal continuity, sun can be the open eyes of God to illuminate all the remaining universe of its darkness. The clash.