... are the best. In other words, the most important. The day I was again clear when I left the office and stood under a beautiful night sky. He was incredibly blue. In the West nor with the colors of Twilight decorated. And decorated with a perfect crescent moon. The whole thing looked so beautiful that I stood a while in the middle of the road. I just looked up. Humbly at so much beauty. Everything around me did not care. The arrogance and the arrogance of the powerful who would like us to transform any brain amputated sheep without direction will in order to more effectively traipse around us can. All the lies that they spread widely and the fobs are always penetrating in the world. All the hate speech that should detract from the real evils. All the exporbitante megalomania and the pathological ego-war-the-neck-not-fully-delusion about itself, attacks and ensure that the real problems are left to be left to the Olympic Games instead, more pompous, the lives of the rich to become richer and the elitist art to make even more meaningless.
What up there probably can never feel, makes our lives richer. The world of forgotten moments of satisfaction, if you look under a blanket to cuddle and loved ones Portfleet heard. The common cooking a delicious meal, a cake walk in the park followed by dinner, a day with blue skies, the view of the stars, a crescent moon, just a look that conveys that you are loved. I mean really loved. Together enjoy good times and bad hand deal in hand. In time, as we are each other away, and then miss longingly greater joy to fall into the arms of another.
Love can take us no. And those who believe to be above all, the slippers and pester us at will be coming to a point where they feel empty. Because in all their madness and their insatiable greed, and delusion have learned one thing never known: the love. And to quote my beloved here: Dreams are the breath of love. We love, and we dream.
So, you up there (no, not so high that aliens feel concerned - you know who I mean). Choking on your Lies, to your false decadence and your delusions of grandeur. The higher the flight, the deeper the case. You are pathetic. I hope the day will overtake the kick in the final, coming soon. Until then, I walked me in love and dreams in the beautiful and simple things of life.
So I decide this little message with the words of a certain GB Shaw:
"question the reality is not" why ", but ask your dreams" Why not "
Mon
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