There is a day where you are asked to wait, or you ask yourself, or you require it fate. However ... there is a day that begins to do the countdown, and the physical distance and time you seem insurmountable, unreachable. It is as if the months you have before you parry an obstacle course that will massacre, destroy, destruction. Think you can not find a way to what could not be expected, but just separation.
But what is beginning slowly reeling you path. Do not sin, because the distance is not punishment, but growing. You have time to think, to reflect, to your problems (large) and your daily thoughts (children) and again the certainty that you own and how you can make it, and you sense you've got it .. . inside.
But there is ... The person or the thing you're waiting you miss it, not because it is necessary, but because with that song in your most contours are more accurate. And the passing time takes away the anger for having lost, and prepares you to get it back, and inside you grows day after day a perverse understanding, a sort of superomismo that convinces you that you'll get.
27/03/2009
But what is beginning slowly reeling you path. Do not sin, because the distance is not punishment, but growing. You have time to think, to reflect, to your problems (large) and your daily thoughts (children) and again the certainty that you own and how you can make it, and you sense you've got it .. . inside.
But there is ... The person or the thing you're waiting you miss it, not because it is necessary, but because with that song in your most contours are more accurate. And the passing time takes away the anger for having lost, and prepares you to get it back, and inside you grows day after day a perverse understanding, a sort of superomismo that convinces you that you'll get.
And then comes that day, but everything happens in a different way. You're not in the office anxiously tapping his fingers on the table with my head away, because you do not expect any news: damn you have a fever, you're home with the flu that also devastated the superomismo Nietzsche. So I can not even be in seventh heaven now the game begins but you're not ready and not sure what the score board again. Not sure if you're still in the race or if it starts all over again from the start. In short, the Treehouse, because there are no more excuses for anyone and everything becomes real. And the fever try to put her away, and you have to be, you must be at the top, why not see for two months, and must see that there are. Do not want to be one of many, YOU want to be there with him, in a small place of honor. Want to be here but at the same time you would go yesterday, when it had to do was wait. The condition that three months ago has become the hated your crib.
Now instead we are at the Olympics .... and in a few hours at the starting blocks ....
27/03/2009
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