"Time uncaring, cold and hostile" ... where feelings are running back defectors. Blind Time and mercenary where consistency with your beliefs is grass flames drifting with the world merchant fleet and rabble outside the human heart, we are prisoners of selfishness and consumerism. Everything is bought and sold. However ... there are people, many no doubt, but the swamp shines its light clog. People smiling, embracing your look with a kind gesture and the word soft in noble feelings ... When you feel close to you warm hug recovering your forgotten emotions. I kid you again, you get big and your skin you want to order flowers and no longer hold, you need the warmth is not there.
Some kill with facts and forms, while others create life and hope.
Many ruin our dreams, illusions steal promises, misleading verbs.
However, there are still people, many, that although his work is covered under false pretenses, we all feel that they are there, now and forever ... I want to be one of them. And you?
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