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Neptunian?

Because I am Neptune?

Rather, it is to be Neptune?

So long now that some are called strangers, different ones, I let him in Neptune, neither here nor there, just an observer, just ... just support someone else.

I get up every day like normal people, I have dreams like everyone else, I have an ideology of life like everyone else, but because I'm different?

observe life around me, I see how much it costs to have the level of life we \u200b\u200bhave, pollution, environment, the famous climate change ... etc ... etc ... because if I go, talk of war and is not what I'm writing. I observe life around the world and I do not identify with anyone, I understand the loneliness of the people, because they also feel it, but like all ...

Many hate loneliness, because it is a point of no support, just let me over time and looking the worst of you, not show you the best of you, many think so, we know what we want without understanding how we are? Hard! But many people think so.

Many hate loneliness, because they miss many things, miss you worry about them, make them gifts, give them love, that will fill this world of dreams into memories to share, they need a point support ...

Solitude taught me many things, taught me everything that I have when I'm alone, all that I am when I am myself, alone, without influence from anyone, I showed my dreams, I realize some day, and has taught me to value life above all what we see.

Because every minute counts because you never know what will happen tomorrow, or he'll lose later, because you're never careful to observe the real things that gives us life, to appreciate the details that we back each day we locked in our loneliness.

always so difficult to give without receiving?

This is how most people think in my opinion, with what I see every day and do not share that way of looking at life ... I'll

different, strange, unusual ... a thousand things, but for me I will be Neptune.

And no one wants to give me anything, and no one stopped to think of me all they want, give them a big hug, one with full of enthusiasm and energy ...

Because sometimes not so hard to give something, without receiving prior

... Happy 2008 everyone.

Because this year is to keep reminding the rest and continue to dream of all I hope you keep coming.

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Finding my wings ...

Passing the time, years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds ... life.

Time passes and we continue to grow, time to, as always, walk dragged

waiting ... Time passes and the years add, subtract life, experiences multiply and love ... love? I played the worst part ... is divided.

A love after another, some more than love, obsession and divide slowly, certainly stop believing "seeing is believing" and gradually lose your wing.

angels say we were more optimistic voices in the world, the less realistic, but to what extent?

I have no wings, no ... but sometimes I like to fly, though no doubt some people are angels, very few.

I like to think we all were once, and that in the depths of our soul, where we only have dreams and illusions, where only we decided to what happens, our world! our fantasies ... that part of us if you belong to an angel. We can dream

love, live and raise back to our reality, we are angels to live and create those dreams? perhaps, as some would say, angels of one wing.

live as humans, eat, grow ... but we love, we want, we live love every minute, every moment without realizing it, we were really angels? maybe yes ... maybe my half walk half loose looking for me, or maybe you already found me and I did not realize ...

Love ... I mentioned many times without getting anywhere, because it never lived, because it never I felt that we expect from life?

as an opportunity to live in our dreams, our world of "wonders."

Time passes and nothing comes, the illusion is lost, waiting? yeah ... waiting to jump into the void, where the fall is long, where the ground is solid hit ... where it hurts, where the pain is killing us little that is left in our soul, what little remains of the angel in our lives, losing everything in every fall, every feather, every shot ...

Time passes and I keep falling, and I hope I wonder? and I wonder why I fall? I hope the opportunity to love ... I fall in the hope of feeling that flight, hope that love I do not know, hope that illusion that life happened.

I throw in the hope of flying like an angel, to find that out that I need, to know that love to know, to live your life ... live with that energy which has led humanity to the point where I am The moment in which I write, thinking what I always dream of love.

really exist? someone told me that if ... someone who sees him nearly every day ... but really there in our lives, will actually someday? Still waiting

not fall, remembering how much I hurt the last time you jump ...