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aun demasiado pronto (Ste) by Rgba [web]

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                            "aun demasiado pronto"

                           i f p a r t y    2 0 0 5

                      iq/rgba  (iquilezles@hotmail.com)



 .note::


   i'm terribly sorry of my poor english.  i will try to find sombedody that
 can help me  to better translate the original spanish  text to english.  in
 the other hand, there is a second point that makes the translation not that
 easy - the original text synchronization was done for  the spanish version,
 thus not all possible translations of a  spanish text are suitable for this
 demo. sorry the inconveniences.



 .history::

   i made this simple demo a bit more than a year ago.  it was 16th of march, 
 and  i was feeling  quite sensible  those days.  in the other hand,  since i
 think about life,  consciusness, human beens,  nature and the implication of
 religion  in our  young  civilization  quite often,  i decided to  write  my 
 thoughts and feelings in the only communication format i'm used to - demos.

   this was one year ago. last weeks i realized that it doesn't make sense to
 write something if nobody is going to read it. in other words,  keeping this
 demo unwatched in  my hard drive for a year  was not a good idea.  on top of 
 that, i think ifparty is a good party to show this demo anyway.



 .note::

  the song is part of the Amelie french movie. this song makes you dream quite
 easilly,  and since i  first decided to use it for this demo one year ago,  i 
 listened to it in several tv documments and commercials.  so, since the music
 is was not created for  a commercial purpose,  i prefer not to show this demo
 in the demo competition, but just before or after it.




.requeriments::

 os:                  msdos, windows, linux, irix
 graphic card:        whatever, this demo uses software rendering
 memory:              10 mb ram
 
 


.lyrics::


                              I feel pain
                              I feel sadness
                              I feel the incomprehension
                              and the wretchenes
                              that not only happens here
                              but also in many other places
                                                                                                                     
                              Why?
                              Why do we cry
                              if we are able to love?
                              I don't understand
                                                                                                                   
                              Life,
                              the world,
                              consciosness
                              is a increible gift -
                              to enjoy each day
                              to taste it
                              to feel and share.

                              But when the fear
                              becomes hate
                              or the desire becomes egoism
                              then the cuelty
                              of a still young world
                              unable to thinkand feel
                              in a global way,
                              makes the path to an
                              adult future painful,
                              a future
                              with no patriotism or religion.

                              I'm lost
                              I don't understand.
                              While my terdrops drop
                              I ask myself about my life.

                              How can I live it
                              and enjoy it
                              when I feel like this ?

                              Which is the sense?
                              May be it doesn't make sense?
                              May be my dreams
                              are just utopy?

                              When my dreams
                              my preocupations
                              my pasions
                              are mixed with
                              doubt,
                              sadness,
                              I realize that
                              it is still too early.

                              Hurted,
                              but hopefull,
                              I decide to open my eyes
                              again.
                              We are the ones
                              who must fight
                              for that beatifull
                              and colorfull future
                              where feeling the world
                              means admiring life,
                              and more importantly,
                              loving it.

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