not remember how time passed, I got lost in the echo of that clock ticking nailed to the wall of my chest, that so many battles fought throughout my life, and light and shadow now I find myself blind times of hope and adrift in the boat of my feelings, where the compass of emotions broke a long, split in two by the battles lost, the broken dreams and lies hidden.
not remember how time passed, and I stay still, I can not move or might not want to go ahead and have lost the desire to sail the seas of this world, where dreams are not met, where hatred and war charge force pushing it out of our love and sanity respect and faith, love and tolerance.
not remember how time passed, I feel like the sails of the ship remain impassive to not feel any breath of wind around, this breath of fresh air that is desired as rain in May, as light in the dark ....
.... or because they say, as the end of any story, and maybe that is the question of all, we must learn to put an end to the stories, the stories of our lives, small or large accounts adventures, the worst dramas or comedies more entertaining, to turn the page, to understand and comprehend the why of things, to assess what is good and everything bad is that aspect of life that does not .... As you remember Time passed since the last day that you were really happy.
RUBIO.
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