source At the dawn of this new year, the urge is great to be back and indulge in the melancholy and impotence . So many tears shed, so many broken dreams, so many failed projects, so many hearts frozen, scarred so many lives, the wave overwhelms me and the flood would take me without me I debated almost released and calmed.
Why pursue a route marked out so badly, where I slaloms However, out of fear and habit. The vacuum does that attracts me to push myself. To test my strength and my courage. To remember it's there.the edge of your mouth, tears mingle with my words and say my littleness and my uselessness, my shame and my regret. I pronounce the words in silence just begun, and your lips turn a salty taste of despair.
the edge of my mouth, your breath sweeps the words color gray sea, mingled with murmurs of tears and say phrases bright and warm. Your strength and serenity are quieter engines that say we go together we do, to the extent of our skills, what we must do to keep your head up, eyes on the horizon and the heart a little reassured.
I admire you.
Take my hand ...
The personal happiness only serves to give strength to enter the struggle of daily life for those who do not find the path or have gone astray.
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