In times not so remote, the betrayal was paid for with blood. Blood stained the paths trodden by the hooves of war horses. blood as revenge . And vengeance to be paid to the war. A war that not only affects those who caused it all, innocent who did not know that was that.
And everything just as it began, with more blood, more deaths and a dirty picture that is recorded on your retina.
But today, after planting confidence in gardens outside for so many years, one day, due to an act of fire, you decide to remove your flowers from the garden.
And that day, how you act? Looking for revenge or warn (no more) that you have removed your flowers (as above has not noticed)?
you do not really believe it and decide to wait , if the flowers grow back alone, without help anyone, MAY have something to do.
Where do the lost truths? Truths and should have never said that. Truths but you drowned and swallowed you locked deep within you , feet, and walking and walking are worn out and even worse, forgotten. Truths shattered they just looking for another victim who has the courage to shoot directly to any innocent heart. A person with compassion for their sorry state dragged after the collects and makes it grow. So, when you want to discover the truth, not time. And be spit, without any circumspection, directly on the pain threshold of another innocent. And that is when pain take the leading role and the truth will be released for good.
He pensado en entregar un premio, si un premio mío, hecho por mí, creado para quien me lee con razones únicas para cada uno de los que nombre.
Cuando empecé el blog nunca creí people were to read me, was my entry with my sad 0 splashes of color, all in a dull gray color. But I decided to go with it, more people read and inspiring to the millions of texts that often are my muse.
not even a year I stuck here and maybe some awards should not do so soon.
But I want, and I will do.
The first to Elena (http://proyectodescritora.blogspot.com/) and writer project.
Maybe because I was the first to visit these places, or maybe it's your grace and your way of making us think and reason questions, accept our opinion and if you correct the mistaken us, for always answer. Take it as a late birthday present.
The second is to Marina (http://thebeginningof-theend.blogspot.com/) and the principle any final. I hope it does not arrive. I love those texts as everyday as life style with yours so indirect that you have to read between the lines to understand what comes to your head. Still, sometimes you'll understand.
The third is for Angela (http://sonandoporlasnubes.blogspot.com/) that sounds through the roof in each momento.Me love your comments, you do not know how but I always manage to get me a smirk. And your text ... not much to say, are perfectísimos, I just want to catch them many times, printing and paper my room with them.
And fourth and by no means worse Alba (http://hacercosquillasentuspies.blogspot.com/) rain before then if needed, your style the time of writing I love, are very pure text which notes that you leave the skin and part of you. And I think that's what makes them great.
Only give it four, but there are many people who just started to read and have very good looking, I look forward to reading and to continue giving them thanks for reading.
I want you to know that I like to see you smile. I like to hear your voice on the phone telling me that we are at X time on X site. I like to sit next to yours and feel your belly move every time you laugh for some stupid I say. I like to tell me "everything will be fine" and then give me a hug, help me overcome my fears, but do not know our final. I like to regaléis a piece of your life, day by day. I like to invite me to share my hopes and dreams with you. I like to give me every reason to wake up to see life differently. you please NOT ME, ME ENCANTÁIS .
The morning cold chills all over you just open your door, grab the bike that got shot, of course, at the gate of your garden, put each foot in place and start to pedal upwind. The p Elea all morning. The narrow streets will make their way, by your side buildings are going shorter and colorful mandatory (required to brighten the absence of sunlight). The gray skies threaten to put the hood, but you, continue your walk towards the cliffs. Get off the bike and throw it to the ground green. And you lie and you look out over the cliff, letting the sea breeze play with your hair.
I go to see the famous cliffs Irish this week ... Until the turn!
