Define and then make mistakes, try to act while still the, you know ... conscious disregard
what others have thought, already metabolized.
These choices, crossroads of paths that go. You have to decide which side to take the plunge.
It always has been and will not change in this confused in June, 2009 by the epilogue of this subtle contours and gloomy. How many truths must be discovered within six months?
Within a single year that gave more tears of everyone else, quick steps and joy?
There is a bag that should be emptied, the straw collected over time should disappear and let the wind carry them away, far away, where my nose can not perceive allergic and sensitive to pollen, debris. Disappear from the options, becoming a distant memory of where the senses were worth a spy, where there was no need to understand that they were not feelings but early warning. I look through the eyes of those who feel when something is born, I see a story that is written in my mind, consists of a long introduction, with the time that the plot of the fable and playing hide and seek with each other. The finish is missing, as in every great story worthy of respect, those from which you expect a second volume, a constant that does not really come, because those are the true stories that leave you a sense of unfinished business. They allow you to fantasize, to continue on its own to try to understand how it was going, where the author seems to leave you in a position to proceed with your imagination, your rawness, with your cynicism. Take your hand and then let the most beautiful, the most beautiful story.
will come a new book, comes a new author and you'll be a new player, who believe that history will finally have an ending, one day, more worthy of the book above.
And I will understand, will understand that there is always a bottom end, what you decide to put that book on the tray, smiling, panting, looking up and paying 5 minutes or a life that story over, realizing that at the end of each story has only one meaning: it is a story.
And every story is a story, it tells you if you ever have a continuous, do not promise to satisfy your senses, you do not feel that disappoint you, but there is to be read, you'll see a small player, to live it, feel it, you judge whether the story was the story for you, one to carry in your heart and feel like forming for your soul. She is there, there was, it was done reading, was made live. Only one thing you can know right away: in most every story is a key to see, read and live in the new colors of the other you'll encounter on your journey.
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