last breaths hard to give these ideas a day to day, little by little as I write these lines I assimilate the fact that they are the last to close the circle, for a whole year I dedicated myself to drawing lines my thoughts and make words, build into paragraphs so many dreams, ideas, emotions, even so much pain and injustice that we all have to go perceiving.
There were times where writing was difficult, where together the puzzle that was in my mind was really difficult, at other times the ideas just flowed and onto my hands in minutes. At the end of each day, I had the incredible satisfaction of reading what I wrote and know that secretly gave me some reading. Was always really gratifying to know that many of the things written in this year helped many people to feel some sort of identification, an empathy with what they read, which, as I said from the beginning, was one of the main reasons for this project .
feel that writing was becoming to me in a learning environment, a daily source to follow, to learn, to internalize things I thought I already understood. Writing is like being in a mirror made up of sentences with verbs, accents, rhythms and colors so you can find pieces of me in every poem, every story, every essay, every single letter, because the things I've experienced have allowed me to get closer to me, the things I write is a way of repeating to memorize the teachings of life.
was never a question of simply fulfilling this project always tried to grow, I grow as a person and helping people in his own journey of knowledge, because what I feel is not new, is what we all have in certain moments of our lives, for in an environment full of emotions and feelings, we need to all is much closer to them to hear the whisper of the soul in every detail, every little thing that we would not make sense, is a key clue syllables to answer questions that we keep within us.
Many times, I had to close my eyes in silence to pay attention to the rhythm of my heart, where every beat sounded the cry of a feeling, one that pretends to be the largest of all. With love, inspiration is summarized in a face and memories, memory, and a sea of \u200b\u200bemotion that chokes any sadness in this world. Writing for love is like breathing in life, who do not share the delight of feeling can not be called human. So I always took her hand to my memories, my ideal of perfect love and even those who are far from be, because every love protects a light beam reflected from the sun, for warmth and life, every love is a door that leads to a dream full of blessings and joy, because every love leaves the imprint of a kiss tattooed in our hearts, and the memory traces left to go back on the road and be able to overshadow any negative feelings you try to tarnish our window.
I want every word written in this year managed to win the war of the time, so leave a memory of my life while on it or not. I can imagine that many years after his death, the things written here many people continue to serve. Even I want these things helped me same in my future, to remind me somewhat as I was slowly becoming the person I am and how I have developed to become the person I want to be.
match ended. It hurts to leave behind something that has been part of one's life for so very long. I do not know if it sounds simple, but writing almost every day for a year a lot of work to mind, to maintain a state of emotional intelligence that allows one to have ideas regardless of emotional state in which you are. Many of the things I've written this year were written at a time where he never would have thought I could write, but wanted to teach myself a lesson in perseverance and conviction, no matter whether he minds or not, knew that writing had to be part of the day, and I always clung to the idea of \u200b\u200bknowing that one way or another had to fulfill my promise, my intention. Some of the things I've learned this year was to internal and external struggles keep us aware of who we are and what are the main values \u200b\u200band principles that govern our lives, and not only that, but we do a much more all solid.
understand that the concepts can often jump back and forth between different people, but deep down, every idea is held as part of a program collectively we can all relate directly or indirectly to every situation. I know I never tried to discover the warm water with my words, just tried to highlight paragraphs of life we \u200b\u200ball have to go through, paragraphs in quotation marks kept secrets, never fail. I feel that each letter is kept glued to the cement of the consistency for eternity and that in one way or another I've been making a bunch of ideas in different ways to accept our reality.
advance on to say that there are people in this life that anchor moments of happiness in disguise, and without the company of them this way ever be the same. Loneliness can attack each one of our veins to get us to the brink of more than usual, but hidden in the silence of the night is the memory of a positive thought willing to wake up and fight, thinking that we must take care as the greatest treasure of our life with the mere intention to smile every new day.
feel the weight becoming stronger in my fingers to write, because I'm realizing that this comes to an end. I can not say goodbye without thanking so many people that motivated me every day to follow, for the unconditional support and constant reading, I have say "Thanks!" each of which have been part of this process, because they represented the air that gives life to my strength, representing the desire to write again, "Thanks!" For as the sun gives life to plants, these writings come to life with readings, because otherwise, many verbs and rhymes, consonants and syllables so drown in the silence of emptiness. Thanks!
And now I write this last paragraph, remember with joy many times I've experienced this year. So many tears and smiles and caresses concerns, many times of stress to understand the dictates, often ambiguous in my heart, and almost magical in that slipped through my fingers the ideas in my mind. Now, I hope that everything here is to find new destinations, new ways to improve prospects, because if there is one thing that has to be teaching is that smiling is the perfect way to improve in some way the lives of others.
"Often because they are stuck in our problems we forget the world is out there. And sometimes we are rude, impolite and unconcerned with the people around us, so I feel theory smile even in bad times is a good way to start improving the world "March 10, 2010
close my eyes after both write and review my mind the reflections of my heart, to understand little by little that the food in this life is achieved through actions that bring pride and happiness, I want to tie in a corner of the sea all the thoughts that keep me from growing, I want to break once and for all the shackles of yesterday.
Silently and freshness, the wind in the morning, want to avoid the path to madness, to slowly open the door to life, learn to appreciate every moment of every detail, because life is fast passing annihilates the years against time. I could feel in my heart the heat of a feeling that hit me, I fall and get up as often as necessary, to cultivate the scars to remind me I lived.
Sitting in the balcony and the creaking rocking chair, I hear the wind sing to the whispers of patience, every cloud and every tree are combined in this piece that makes music in my ears, as he tries to remember that the end has come . I keep one last smile that filled me with emotion, that makes me jump in the stillness of this moment so nostalgic.
cornering perceive so many feelings to life in an attempt to express once again. I want to scream, laugh, sing and dance, I want my motives and reasons, uncontrolled. I want to write one more time and fuss with the imagination, which for so many days have you been mate of my life. I would compose a poem of love and dedicated to a specific memory, I write a letter to thank you for the pain to be a sculptor of my soul.
But time is running out and with it comes the silence of my words. Absolutely everything in this life is over, except the memory that leaves clouded the mirror of joy. And though this stage is over, and apparently to hide my thoughts, I keep in my shirt pocket and taste the colors of this picture I have painted, I want in the future look back and find you in each I find my writings ... smiling at the memory of my past.
silence now adorns to the satisfaction of having done. A sigh blanket with the answers I found. A few tears are dried in the breeze that gives a simple hope. Now I close my eyes, review, repeat, learn, close my eyes again and write what comes in here, and with this last line drawn dismissal stage for eternity, in brush strokes in the shape of happiness.
Thanks!
FIN
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