Thoughts of love IV Me stop before the immense loneliness words that spring from a feeling, where we miss their birth an I love, where we leave to oblivion and lost until it emerges a sigh and we understand the why. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from American filmmaker. Love, is the need of having, share, love and desire. Learn more at this site: Kindle Direct Publishing. We made a couple and the fata’s a voice is the enemy, when with and her want us comfort. Writing thoughts or thoughts is not projecting a lifetime, perhaps, are only moments, a dream, a desire, a momentary creation, a failed Act and many other things. My own life is different, simple, hidden, quiet, latent, dreamy, hopeful. Accustomed to see beyond the truth, listening between the lines, read about the footprints that keeps the past.
I don’t know, life is so complex that one is lost in the tangle of a second. Words have their own life, them, do not reflect a permanent life, gives them is, which reads them, that human being who knows you give color that feels the heat required, the love you want, the passion that the sprouts and many times, the penalty that is reborn and pulls out of the sad memories, who stayed with one and never will be. The word is sometimes the comfort that us asimos to not drown in the sad reality that at times we live, they are printed feelings in the difficult and impossible soul that they disappear because they form together his own and immortal being. Them, they help us to reflect, mature and even feel a helping hand when our covers are cold that exerts the solitude. Maturity goes hand of contradiction, with the reality of others, one, no can mark a path and assume that the world be guided and walk by him. Cannot be expected accomplishments in life, are a direct result of oneself, others exist.