un viaggio a 360 gradi
I do not know the true limit of loyalty, reality ... every perspective proposes its reasons ... nothing is true and nothing is false ... there is only the innocent conscience of each of us ... every truth is subjective ... finds strength and form in the words of who expresses Its illness ... Every evil is deleterious to those who suppress its unwillingness ... souls dispersed in the desert of being not afraid of affecting the subjective reality of those who walk even for a small stretch in the disjoined path of his life ... I have you ... and in you I find myself ... every joy, every pain, is multiplied unconsciously for two ... I disagreed in your days, you presence indispensable in my most segregated desires ... the limit is predetermined, albeit differently, by Life and all live well or bad are forced to pursue this path of deprivation to their unseen eyes ... they are not always able to express what lies in their own soul, it is frustrating to lead a life with the fear of mistake and above all with The awareness that the mistakes are paid, one day or another ... .. Our children are called wrong ... our lives are the fertile soil of our mistakes ... we sow the pain to collect the forbidden fruit of wisdom ... it is only to death that it comes to the completeness of what is being asked
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Every evil is deleterious to those who suppress its unwillingness ... souls dispersed in the desert of being not afraid of affecting the subjective reality of those who walk even for a small stretch in the disjoined path of his life ...
I have you ... and in you I find myself ... every joy, every pain, is multiplied unconsciously for two ... I disagreed in your days, you presence indispensable in my most segregated desires ... the limit is predetermined, albeit differently, by Life and all live well or bad are forced to pursue this path of deprivation to their unseen eyes ... they are not always able to express what lies in their own soul, it is frustrating to lead a life with the fear of mistake and above all with The awareness that the mistakes are paid, one day or another ... ..
Our children are called wrong ... our lives are the fertile soil of our mistakes ... we sow the pain to collect the forbidden fruit of wisdom ... it is only to death that it comes to the completeness of what is being asked ....
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