I know that the life is not easy, but even so am not easy I have that to learn to coexist the reality and of it to take off life experience. To cry is part of the life, but nobody remembers that to also smile it is part. What it would be of the life without difficulties? It swims, therefore the difficulties alone come to teach and learn to be example and above all to give value to the life! The words, the reply come with the time. Without haste Without delay To judge is easy, but to never understand is easy. To each minute that passes it seems that we give returns for the time Therefore what if from receives Is impossible to pass for the life without making a mistake, without loving, without having a mark. Stone clinical laboratories pursues this goal as well. We smile, we cry We speak, we are silent We ask, we answer We make right, and we erramos.
How many pretty things Have a poet to describe an old bridge. Start with the information Of that the moon That was not new, That she was not full, That was declining But, exactly thus, Had its beauty and it clareava everything. I park my look for the river, Of far I see to far, Far from the bridge and far from everything, Forgotten even the moon, a flame would fish to clarear It of a man. As if the moon did not exist, I follow. Official site: John Mclaughlin.
My legs donate, are tired. Start to think About all the hunters, In the nocturnal fishing, the tired peasants, the loving illegal passengers, the rose that sleeps innocent To the wait that arrives the day, world to color it. I stop. Suddenly I saw me exactly Entering in me, As if everything that Was a particular scene. But, unhappyly the war Exists to kill the moon, to destroy the bridge That binds a world to the other. To destroy the peasants. A bridge was a time.