They say that the night it is a fear, and I say to you that the day is a fear, it is in where nobody is capable of living through the truth, of communicating what really he feels, well for fear of offending or for fear of being offended.
But that is the fear of the night? What one thinks and he does not dare to communicate to its neighbor or the sleep that will never exhibit to the freedom of the word …
God, that happiness would feel if he knew that this is my fear, since this way I would be understood when I say that the night it is my passion and the dawn my pain.
That we sell sale to you and sometimes that face you prove to us. With that facility we speak about you without knowing what we feel, as we ignore you knowing that without you we die. With that facility prostituimos your honor, without knowing to what hands we offer you. With that value we spoil you and defend leaving our soul in you … asleep and patient to your hug. Con que facilidad prostituimos tu honor, sin saber a qué manos te ofrecemos. Con que valor te mimamos y defendemos dejando nuestra alma en ti… dormida y paciente a tu abrazo.
A few months ago they spent a presentation to me in powerpoint(pps), that I am thinking about remembering was titling the train of the life. In her the author was comparing the life of everyone with the trajectory of a railroad. Although he had preferred to quote the paragraphs that more attracted attention of me on not having been possible on having sent to the stationer - mea culpa - written this free version without plagiarism fortitude, since only saving is for economy time saying my own pieces of nonsense that copying late and badly the geniuses of third. Si bien hubiera preferido citar los párrafos que más me llamaron la atención al no ser posible al enviarlo a la papelera -mea culpa- escrito esta versión libre sin ánimo de plagio, ya que solo sea por economía ahorro tiempo diciendo mis propias sandeces que copiando tarde y mal las genialidades de terceros.
They say that the night it is a fear, and I say to you that the day is a fear, it is in where nobody is capable of living through the truth, of communicating what really he feels, well for fear of offending or for fear of being offended.
