will ask God for wisdom and guidance to get the one and only message that will lead whoever asks to the most wanted shortcut way to happiness.
They repeatedly ask me to write, to put my mind on papers and lines to whom it may seem so nice and to another so disguise and disorganized.
For the last time I will write for you, I’m no way near perfection and neither does imperfection believe in me, it’s how the universe work, it’s the way we receive it, receive the good and bad, with hands fully stretched out to catch whatever falls from the sky, thinking alike are the kites, the colored ones, those stripped in red and yellow with few green circles hardly adjusted between the lines. The kites were so well made, with effort and baffling design, so sharp and drastic to drive through the loudest march we had witnessed in years, sacredly and faithfully emerging among the crowd to be announced as the winner and survivor of the only everlasting battle.
People do still strive under the sun as do the kites, through the march many losses will be faced, many grieves will be caught and many trees will no more offer free shadows, malignant thoughts will conquer your brain and snatch the marvel of your superiority.
To win the race you need to be as colored and fun as the paper that was turned in to a kite, some joy and smart tactics to surpass the “self”, no looking behind or down as the rope may loosen and distraction can succeed, turning around the empty corners with ease and not over trusting the speed of your flight nor the sound of the winds.
Finally, belief and natural instincts will lead you to where you have to reach, on sky or land, never mind, YOU are definitely there.
will ask God for wisdom and guidance to get the one and only message that will lead whoever asks to the most wanted shortcut way to happiness.They repeatedly ask me to write, to put my mind on papers and lines to whom it may seem so nice and to another so disguise and disorganized. For the last time I will write for you, I’m no way near perfection and neither does imperfection believe in me, it’s how the universe work, it’s the way we receive it, receive the good and bad, with hands fully stretched out to catch whatever falls from the sky, thinking alike are the kites, the colored ones, those stripped in red and yellow with few green circles hardly adjusted between the lines. The kites were so well made, with effort and baffling design, so sharp and drastic to drive through the loudest march we had witnessed in years, sacredly and faithfully emerging among the crowd to be announced as the winner and survivor of the only everlasting battle. People do still strive under the sun as do the kites, through the march many losses will be faced, many grieves will be caught and many trees will no more offer free shadows, malignant thoughts will conquer your brain and snatch the marvel of your superiority. To win the race you need to be as colored and fun as the paper that was turned in to a kite, some joy and smart tactics to surpass the “self”, no looking behind or down as the rope may loosen and distraction can succeed, turning around the empty corners with ease and not over trusting the speed of your flight nor the sound of the winds.Finally, belief and natural instincts will lead you to where you have to reach, on sky or land, never mind, YOU are definitely there.
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