Dust on my diamond

Dust has always been around. Since the beginning of mankind. Hovering and been blown. As a small piece of cotton, he does not have a destination. A destiny is a place to go and to be. To live for. And to die. Dust can be considered or studied. Considered as a stalker. Studied as the general name for minute solid particles with diameters less than 500 micrometers.
When I traveled to Africa, one of the most curious spots to be was a diamond mine. I didn´t knw that diamonds could be found in mines. I thought that I was ignorant. And reached the mighty conclusion.


A conclusion is always a "rap up" and it can be also the end. Of something. A plea of inocence, with a touch of guilty. And guilty can be as dust. A solid particle but tiny. Very tiny. So small that the human eye - conscience - could not find her.

And all obstacles can be deceptive
And writing a letter makes my memory shine as a powerfull diamond