What began as a simple idea as a metaphor, today is a shared dream, a dream come true (always in the air), even if we, as a symbol speaks of many things which seem, for some reason not clarified just be the right time.
's patience is infinite, perhaps a bit of masochism also needed.
Undoubtedly it was time to say something more important. Game between the fingers with letter and word, exact, which is pronounced lip at the same smell in this room so special, so important. Again, things that matter most.
The epic, in times of fierce cold, but not essential. Proud man's face gloomy boosting vulnerable and weak chin to the wind that you end up strengthening his icy eyes. Congratulations, shouts the chest, and the beings that live within it concluded between them.
ideas were formulated, which were developed, became the experience that has lasted years. In the beginning, and by custom, the word of encouragement, cards, was never necessary. There was always a friend on the other side of the bridge. Always. Some went, perhaps never really did, we still have the memory. What was it had to be well was, and in the course of experiences, is now little room for repentance. Things are cool and at last look the other way. It is noted otherwise everything from the unfathomable fog of nostalgia, it really makes you feel alive when you step on the asphalt of the cities and you realize ... that you also learn, you also remember, and in the mirror you get older also . Not to mention how the harshness of reality hits and teaches us, reminds us, what we were innocent and how little we knew. Pride is a thing apart, piece of cake.
For years, this effort, the momentum, enthusiasm and desire were a flame at the bottom of the chimney, never off, always in the background.
passed all the way with a friend, especially.
As I said, the kind word was never necessary, were nice and sincere reason for surprise that such sensations, perhaps similar to the reaction of the slave who is accustomed to receiving only sticks. Such analysis will leave them better for the field of psychology. There comes a time when one does what he does by inertia, because they are accustomed. I wish we knew always see these things, be really aware of what binds us and makes us in our lives and especially in our heads. On the other hand, I hope all channels thoroughly weighed as little as this, when the sky is clear and a word, a phrase, a look of someone close or too distant times, makes you see things as they were in essence and still remain . But that is a bit further what I have to say. It may take a little longer.
I walked hundreds of nights, alone, amusing of the ephemeral nature of my steps, like a child in the rain, lightweight with rubber boots. I have been through much darkness, yes, how far is all this, and what little importance what one was concerned, those shadows and everything that has to do with them, how fucked appeared overnight, if you think about what you have to face tomorrow. By the way, from above the mountain all looks like a imagined, at least early. Even hear the laughter of many people, and bring the sound of the highest truth. Great fortune to experience, albeit briefly.
never dealt with the story of the Good Samaritan. Stupid nor idealism, since the possibilities are simply what they are close to them is not fun in most cases, unless one is already very secure, which in this case would be a disgrace. This is what has the seal of the transgression, new roads, which should be seen, or especially, as it is shared that make them see you, albeit from the moisture of the perception of each other who meet and realize. You may even be advisable to see reality shows, if one finally draws some conclusions from vomiting thing shamans. And in this case it was a new path that is offered, the kind that make you even think that maturity is beyond saying that "everything is a lie" is not everything, or at least the question remains as know.
continued ... I came to say will still wait a little longer, but it is important before going down the other side of the hill and keep walking. Things of inspiration.
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