I came to a conclusion on Saturday, and the 3 / 4 parts of a human life passes them by denying love. But why disown the love if the people blame? We the people: the human being, love, hate, keep the strongest feelings of resentment and end up forgetting everything, and yet what I mean at first it was all and now is nothing. Love is just the tool, the patch of red clay that we can model and make it a world, that all. Thanks to that piece grow red. We give each one a different and a different meaning. For a love means not alone, for others to share, others believe in happiness, others immediately associated with pleasure. Good God, think of whom is then to blame? Not his or yours. Clearly women and men are and will forever be something indescodificable, not love, but what we do with it.
Although we can not imagine also continue ignoring the existence uncomfortable memories, traumas, guilt, helplessness, fear, despair, insecurities, complexes, loss, loneliness or bulging egos. All of these spiders will acurruadas in a corner of our bedroom while trying to sleep.
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