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Sunday, July 13, 2008
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How ephemeral life is, how we got to do unconscious amidst all learned men who are dictating the way we in which we must be behaving in which we mark the rhythms, breathing, posture, even dreams ...
But there are those who wake us up with warm dawn cries, smiles that are unsuspected drawing in aces shy of light remind us that we ought to live, love, to dream and to build.
Time is an excuse that blends into the moments full of intentions that sometimes are not able to interpret, we feel poorly known the magic that accompanies a place, when in fact Mirage was a reflection of our own desire, our need to give a hand to the loneliness and get them started without hesitation on the paths that were never prepared for it.
inconsistent figures We usually do what we want, we have high counts of occurrences that do not fit the soul, the real inspiration morning flight accompanied by rainy afternoon or sunset yellow, those beings that exist only in the imagination of utopia with which we tend to comfort our cold nights.
And as always these flavors of life that we are combining, shaping, defining even in our work, always resume their morning chores and idly rave sounds that make us in ideas that best discarded before they see the light, is like killing a flower before birth, is like having no scruples and allow full evil act.
I do not like the ephemeral blur of a never-step, an unfinished idea, a memory that does not place an exact date, time, life, soul, flight claiming find our dreams in order to feel full of all power to carry out his will in our lives.
Dame's first taste of those who are not routine, the kind that are marked in the memory, the kind that your skin craves and freezes time, those who know a red dawn, deafening silences, glances both want to scream, but you better be hanged in a cheap resignation comfortable reality.
We better adjust them as minor passenger in the throes of their delirium on the time of dreams, of those who do not believe that can be as tactile and real, those better left side before we do lose track, rhythm, meter, time and dedication of what was believed to be predetermined before, demarcated and well defined, perhaps as planned "life can be?.
The security we have is not ours, is intrinsically linked to the reality to which we belong, the molds the limits tested as ecstasy after something that should not be undertaken, but when it is not condemned, unless the contrary is revitalized and is excused from any later date of appearance ideals and future possibilities in life that we tend to live the rhythm of the wind.
want more of what we get, we are eternal ambitious than there, the better we removed the bandages covering the ideas and walk on land with the skin open to dreams, goals and flights which carry our name on your journey and our dance movements, so, the better we are and we exist in our way, our pace and our sense, allowing the disagreement concerned the knowledge that lies beyond the apparent and allowed for our eyes.
Carolina Moreno.
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