Everything happens so fast, and hurt so much. The carelessness about myself, my spirit, my body and soul, led me to have this monster appearance. Everything is on their way, the river flows only in one direction and drops do not choose the channel through which their fall.From nowhere it came out a way out, a transformer way out of ideas and values, a different love, without tantrum and whim.
What’s good in this kind of moments is to have the intelligence and lucidity to see the door on the void.
I realize that I was maturing, on a hard way, with up and downs to some special place, that place where i belonged.
I began to feel the need to be a father for the adoption of such a candy-eyed girl that with his holy innocence she wanted me more than his own dad.
With her, in secret, we were a different family, where I was the best friend of her son, and he, the boy who never wanted more.
It was a different love. I`ve never felt that before. The fatherhood was surfacing me. Everything turned around and the raft that separated us was giant. These drops followed that course, but I left the river and I saw the infinite expanse of ocean, that ocean would take me into the arms of the woman who completes me.
Today we know, we live, we share, and suffer. For years we both stop looking after each other, but as I said, the flow always leads to our site. Years pass and the lives and days are becoming clearer, more accurate and plentiful. The realities of the world are not always flattering to the minutiae such as work or study. But this can be seen as eyes on the planet. The eyes of a star is not always the same, they don’t see the same way, as a farmer sees different than a French or a German. All routes has their own marc under the skin of the land that sustains them, and although if it not rain over, this land is nourished by the world around.
I mean, lives are dissimilar to each other as necessary to each other.
Who thinks to kill is already death.
Perhaps he only meets the fate of the one who has to die, but that person,
Doesn’t know, is already death. The one who hates will be hated, as the one who loves will be loved. Everything is managed by the undisputed karma which we are immersed, the river who leads to the sea, and from the sea to the ocean, it’s the same for everybody. Thousands of years of history wanting to bury the need from each other, creating individuals beings, creating individuals capable of believing that social status or title can hold you in different height steps without weighing who is below you.
The way of seeing, feeling and living the life corresponds to each one, it doesn’t matter if you have forgotten or not what is part of that all around us. We are all here in spirit, in facts, in results, wrapped in an eternal giving and receiving.
I will always have an effect on the actions i take. The day when this will be understood by all minds, from the most closed to the susceptible, from the brighter to the opaque, at that time it will be understand what it is to feel peace.
What’s good in this kind of moments is to have the intelligence and lucidity to see the door on the void.
I realize that I was maturing, on a hard way, with up and downs to some special place, that place where i belonged.
I began to feel the need to be a father for the adoption of such a candy-eyed girl that with his holy innocence she wanted me more than his own dad.
With her, in secret, we were a different family, where I was the best friend of her son, and he, the boy who never wanted more.
It was a different love. I`ve never felt that before. The fatherhood was surfacing me. Everything turned around and the raft that separated us was giant. These drops followed that course, but I left the river and I saw the infinite expanse of ocean, that ocean would take me into the arms of the woman who completes me.
Today we know, we live, we share, and suffer. For years we both stop looking after each other, but as I said, the flow always leads to our site. Years pass and the lives and days are becoming clearer, more accurate and plentiful. The realities of the world are not always flattering to the minutiae such as work or study. But this can be seen as eyes on the planet. The eyes of a star is not always the same, they don’t see the same way, as a farmer sees different than a French or a German. All routes has their own marc under the skin of the land that sustains them, and although if it not rain over, this land is nourished by the world around.
I mean, lives are dissimilar to each other as necessary to each other.
Who thinks to kill is already death.
Perhaps he only meets the fate of the one who has to die, but that person,
Doesn’t know, is already death. The one who hates will be hated, as the one who loves will be loved. Everything is managed by the undisputed karma which we are immersed, the river who leads to the sea, and from the sea to the ocean, it’s the same for everybody. Thousands of years of history wanting to bury the need from each other, creating individuals beings, creating individuals capable of believing that social status or title can hold you in different height steps without weighing who is below you.
The way of seeing, feeling and living the life corresponds to each one, it doesn’t matter if you have forgotten or not what is part of that all around us. We are all here in spirit, in facts, in results, wrapped in an eternal giving and receiving.
I will always have an effect on the actions i take. The day when this will be understood by all minds, from the most closed to the susceptible, from the brighter to the opaque, at that time it will be understand what it is to feel peace.
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