you're moving.
In an environment that is too hostile to be dealt with due calm.
That same calm and relaxed, while you are so natural reasons.
While you will be safe in your home, protected within the four walls, and you know it will not happen anything serious.
This is the perfect opportunity to discuss around the world, just understood to observe it.
And on the rare times when you go out, and go into the world about it, would you like as always, that everything proceeded calmly, that your mind could, at any time, have the opportunity to stay around things, the times that are typical, and try to understand them.
No hurry.
But, unfortunately, is not always the case.
The trouble comes suddenly.
You turn, you have the time to see a glimmer of life, and this belief, combined with the auditory sensation caused by the disaster, it makes you realize that now there's nothing left to do.
is essential, once again, try to keep their nerve.
Not that it's easy when you know what you've done to cause problems to someone.
When you realize that if you're there, is due to a series of fortunate circumstances and your favor (of those that occur so easily), which allowed you to find you in that place at that time, and you found yourself thinking that if things were going so well for you, it was even happen sooner or later, an event that otherwise would put an end to the rhythm as favorable.
In other words, I pulled on the six, the calamity.
You know you're in the middle of the city, with a medium that is not yours, because you have done (here is one of those fortunate circumstances that allowed you to be there at that same moment), and you know, then, that when you return home, tell what happened (even trying to understand that guilt is not yours, because you are you always careful about these things, perhaps even more than they should, but on the other hand, if it happened anyway, you see that it was inevitable), you'll have to undergo several reprimands him because you do not do anything useful and decent, you have a damn bad luck to be part of a small and rare fatality that has chosen you to show what he is capable, because it would have been better if I'd never left, not I had provided the means, at least, being at home, would not do damage, it is your fault if, when addressing the world, mischief, and on the other side are also guilty because you never leave with that medium, and then you're not ready to face what could happen, your problem is that you lack the experience of things in the world outside.
And shaky hands, because you know that delicious part of all this is true, and there is absolutely nothing to do.
But this can not show it to people now in front of you.
Who expects from you the answers.
Maybe even an apology for what you did.
You can not show now, what you feel inside.
are things you must know how to wait.
With rigid (and unshakable) patience.
Fortuna that the ritual does not last much.
few minutes, and it seems that it never happened.
do is almost nothing of the curious eyes of people who, until recently, I watched with amazement as it hit a guy like you could go that far.
Or, maybe, just usually reassured (and enjoy) the fact that it could not happen to anyone but you.
And you pretend you did not see them, but you feel their eyes on him.
But now even this is done, even though you know that nothing good ever ends forever, which is always a sign, a small illness of the soul within you, that indefinable something that makes you feel so bad .
bad with yourself because you know that the world is right to take it with you.
And you can not help it.
At this point, you just want to run away, go as far as possible from wherever you are, hoping that at least once, there is someone waiting, to tell you, after all, is not so bad.
get home, and I stretch out on the couch, her fingers clutching the photo of her, the woman of your sincere and incomparable love.
Think about you, your beautiful smile.
think that when it comes, is definitely something to tell you what happened. Maybe he'll tell you
what you yourself have already thought, that was just a tragic fate.
Or, perhaps, does not tell you anything.
be limited to hug you, to bring her on your hands, his eyes on yours, and you will be united as never before, and this will make you understand that there is better, too much of the blame for the silly story daily.
Then you kiss, and only then did I realize it is, indeed, the end of all the evil that you thought.
And you'll understand it's for the love of a woman as she must, after all, continue to live.
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