ephemeral existence This coward who becomes a when carried away by the tide in which we live, how frightening it is sometimes feeling helpless and without a future, how frustrating it is unable to make all this stuff inside and that hinders us to banish it entirely from our body. All that I have 
ce can not be.
ce can not be. ascend, low run, walk, breathe, and I realize that sometimes forget how beautiful it is to breathe , cry, river, wake up, exploded, and a girl abandoned in the subway with a lost look thinner because of that have made him inhale and no more dreams than eat that day, I return to this reality, I forget of the tragic and at the same time keep it in my memory as a pending task to be completed; remember Kant and I wonder the same thing over and over again
How can freedom in a given world
necessarily causation?
The abbe and I actually started this fight almost dogmatic of my senses. Reason, sensitivity, spirit, intelligence, suffer the consequences of wanting to tie two poles, I suffer the consequences of wanting to understand every action, every thought that entered my mind. Can not let things affect us, is it possible that idealism actually allow any thought to originate? Is it because thinking and not the consequence?
still and let the ideas flow, silent and just watch the world to me heels, world that moves so quickly that I sometimes feel that I can not and others see it too slow . But in the end almost always me understand that he has not learned to measure their steps , sometimes want to run both, you will occasionally want to analyze so much I stay at a slow pace.
Subject my soul with strength, I kiss your mouth slowly and assure you that if you look in the mirror to see - wonder of wonders , assure you that there is still an infinite wealth of the human soul , I remove the bandage that is placed in the eye to not run away from this world, I invite you to feel this fascination come from the observation that part of the universe that floor today, smell, feel, live, listen, I try, I breathe ... I invite you to turn around his own inner world and shake these fears that have been buried in the depths, I encourage you to rescue its essence, hold my hand and smile, smile, smile.
"Being one with all that lives and get back in a happy oblivion of himself."
be a happy oblivion of all that binds me to a world in which they have forgotten that human beings can exist without the constant reminder of how "different" that is to crave something-different- than the average longs to be a happy oblivion of those old resentments, of those old taboos, those hurtful worn phrases of that nonsense that seeks to injure the blood of the blood, the species of the species, race of the race, humanity.
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