todos es vida...
alcune volte mi chiedo come sia possibile have a real identity, how it is possible to find within themselves something that is really ours and not the result of thoughts or that other influences, involuntarily and without our knowledge, have thrown in with us .... how do you find something that probabilemnte your whole life has been buried by fear, coercion and necessity of coercive change ?.... and yet the lack of unity and harmony is manifested in our everyday ailments large and small, as signs of the body, wounds of the soul sometimes invisible, stress, tension ... is quetso certainly does not make us free and at peace with our nature, with the flow of life and this lack of acceptance of something, not through our fault, we can not understand us away from the unit with what surrounds us, with a wild search for perfection with the empirical world and nature with the interior of the inner worlds of people .... we do not know what we want, we do not find meaning to our actions , our negative emotions, the jealousy, possessiveness ... When he finally manages to achieve something that I know of quetso averedentro buried, and then diminished maybe I can save myself, I can really learn to fly ....
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