The disappointment, fear, bitterness, fear of failure ...
These are the things we dip our days and often lead us astray. Lead us to bite the world and people, lead us to bite the sky and the clouds, to bite the smiles, a tear in words.
Too often we see an empty void that we do not enter the heart, a weight that is called "what's around us, what was with us and within us. "
Why is it called so and has no other name.
does not have alternatives and it is useless trying to call him with nomignogli rough and far from reality.
nickname that would in part erase the sense, a kind of unconscious self-preservation instinct that causes us to change the form of words, although the meaning remains the same then.
It 's a simple reflection, a simple idea that takes shape, and has no logic , has no cause ... or maybe it has, like everything. It 's the usual mocking instinct that leads us to deny the motivations and the meaning of things ... The instinct is not always mocking defends survival; disguises himself as armor but is really just a means of self-destruction of thought.
Shaping, making sense, this is the survival instinct is that this should lead us.
remember the sky, the sea of \u200b\u200byellow leaves, the gray clouds before the rain, solemn and melancholy.
Too often we forget to be human beings, souls to be colored and decorated white souls, souls, thoughts, reflections with souls, minds and spirits, and as displayed incatentate our lives, our thoughts have wings and breath.
remember the words of thought that takes shape in us and explodes. Remember
that they can express!
