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Lanciarsi

issue of DNA or history.

This I will never understand.

I know is that I find myself living the same situations every time. And surely this is due to my insatiable need to run in every charming black hole load of billions of cerebro-cataclysms.

But I like it and I think I'll never stop run it without any elastic.

I would never do without the thrill of the lack of support and certainty because you know that sooner or later you land.

The problem arises a few cm from the crash. It will be a soft landing? A cake wreck? Or will it be a slam against the marble ways a sad and cling to the sandpaper filing their fingerprints hand and body transforming into something incomprehensible.

Statistics says that historically drops second type are all the rage.

But how do away with the same flight?

How to do without the wind and kept smelling sweat on the skin.

inebriation of research, finding unexpected happiness and true that will also last for a few moments but gives you the coal needed to grind km on tracks that do not know where but will that make you slide whistling through the woods and scratched from the sun by torrents hydrated crystals.

How do without eyes received word that keep you awake and free your mind in an expressionist nature where everything even if it leads emanating its own light.

How do without racing, the wind gave and received. The taste of warm saliva drunk your esophagus in the chest with the blossoms of a staff so upset as harmonious.

So each question loses its original meaning and everything is reduced to the mere existence.

There are people who came to be so, there are people who become so. There are

people who have the intelligence to jump right to avoid and there are other equally intelligent never let it chill.

There are people who prefer to live quietly, those that succeed and those who delude themselves to succeed.

There are other homo sapiens who seek to recast their lives always seeking the right combination to help open the chest containing the geometry.

Someone finds it and those who delude themselves only to find it.

people continue to seek it, some people got tired of it and who will never tire.

I am here. I was all and I was not anybody.

I, not a special being, not a talent but a human being like the others who decided that you do not ever bend the evidence, but the clear reality that will continue to try sooner or later, hoping to find the right map that lead to happiness.

I, I throw, I use, I hope I live.

sometimes can not understand me but I know he loves me