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sometimes ...

sometimes happens that stops time, that life not pass and your world stops.

sometimes happens that dreams are crossed, that life is clouded, you wake up without dreams.

sometimes happens that you nightmares Undenäs, life hits you and you do not raise head. Go

sometimes ... sometimes so much that nothing happens what you want to happen.

Life is a moment that we live in sighs, goes fast and you do not realize, half dreamed of what we live ... some just believe everything you dream of living.

Time passes and dreams, and spends his time ... but sometimes spend time in which everything stops again, stand and watch you fall and UNDESA, shed a tear for every dream that you lose and everything loses a bit of sense.

not lose hope and with it our smile, despite the sadness ... despite the gloom.

spends life ... still looking for those moments where you stop breathing, not the absence of life, but by the power that emerges from it at the moment, the taste of happiness that lasts for a moment and live days.

continue to seek without finding the expected waiting time when the mind does not think, where the heart just feels, where every action has already been written above ... in our sleep.

We lost, finding the way and little by little ... lost.

leave my dream ... but I'll keep dreaming, because sometimes it is better to wait for your dreams will find the uncertainty of finding a reason to stop dreaming ...

not nothing impossible dream ...

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law has long wonderful expression and reflection that someone, far above many who have written, made in life.

sounds the alarm, get up, dress, drive to work, finish, come back, you clean, you see your family and finally let the day end ... sounds routine? reality is sometimes, and often feel wanting more ... but they are wanting more, but want to leverage what we have, and because we do not? good question!

Start the year and earlier this year, I intend to finish no worse than this I left behind ... but honestly it is not enough sometimes getting worse, this year I want to live longer than previous lived every minute worth two and enjoy life a little more enthusiasm ...

So I leave this beautiful poem, reflective of what I said and I thank this great writer, because one day you stop to think about life, and took out a conclusion which many live.

is written in many places and in this blog was not going to go unnoticed.

Who dies?

"He or she who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change brand, does not risk to wear a new color and does not speak to who do not know. He or she who makes television his guru. she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dot the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions, precisely those that recover the gleam from the eyes, smiles from the yawns, hearts from the stumbling and feelings. He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work, who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to go toward that dream, who does not permit at least once in his life to flee from sensate advises. He or she who does not travel, does not read, does not listen to music, who does not laugh at yourself. He who slowly destroys his own, who did not even try. Dies slowly he who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain. Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, not asking a question that is unknown or not responding when asked about something he knows. Let's avoid death in small doses, remembering always that to be alive demands an effort much larger than the simple fact of breathing. Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness. "

Pablo Neruda.

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