things happen that are like questions. Skip
a minute or years, and then life says.
Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di Rabbia
wait, then. To understand the meaning, purpose, direction. Because now it's all terribly blurred, as when you find it difficult to recognize the line between good and evil, as when you do not know what the truth is. And I pledge to be mature, wise, and best critic, not to spur yourself to blame others, events, age, but not enough. Do you feel the victim and perpetrator, is bad logic, vivacity and melancholy. It happens. Maybe it true that the day will come when everything will be clear. Now it is not. This remnant of life that tomorrow I will have forgotten, it's all nonsense. Who speaks in the name of God, forgetting that God is not the exclusive property of anyone and that nobody can claim the right to be considered superior or more deserving than others who look to the past and justifies all alone with the weakness of a moment forgetting that the will can govern impulse and he who prides himself on justice and kindness without realizing that the first and largest mission is to be authentic in its daily, and who continues to struggle to be recognized because it is not considering what's that, sometimes, what belongs to us is not what we deserve, and whoever comes to resorts, thieves and whores forgetting that the world is not only true of resot, thieves and whores. So much has happened ... maybe nothing happened ... I'm waiting for answers. But I do not know if I made the right questions.
a minute or years, and then life says.
Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di Rabbia
wait, then. To understand the meaning, purpose, direction. Because now it's all terribly blurred, as when you find it difficult to recognize the line between good and evil, as when you do not know what the truth is. And I pledge to be mature, wise, and best critic, not to spur yourself to blame others, events, age, but not enough. Do you feel the victim and perpetrator, is bad logic, vivacity and melancholy. It happens. Maybe it true that the day will come when everything will be clear. Now it is not. This remnant of life that tomorrow I will have forgotten, it's all nonsense. Who speaks in the name of God, forgetting that God is not the exclusive property of anyone and that nobody can claim the right to be considered superior or more deserving than others who look to the past and justifies all alone with the weakness of a moment forgetting that the will can govern impulse and he who prides himself on justice and kindness without realizing that the first and largest mission is to be authentic in its daily, and who continues to struggle to be recognized because it is not considering what's that, sometimes, what belongs to us is not what we deserve, and whoever comes to resorts, thieves and whores forgetting that the world is not only true of resot, thieves and whores. So much has happened ... maybe nothing happened ... I'm waiting for answers. But I do not know if I made the right questions.
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