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Letter to a Child Never Born

(photo by Garima)

The past, present and future

Usually you write a letter for something that you want to remember, or celebrate. You write in to leave a sign and reminder of something that is considered a fundamental point, a culmination of his life.
Sometimes the words flowing like a river, submerging the feeling and the raging tumultuous heart. Other times, unlike the words create a blanket pity on our pain and our tears. In any case, the letter marks a time of our lives as a sign erected to indicate that I am here.
easy to see the topic titled, since the unborn child that dwells in all of us since we are on this earth.
It is believed, incorrectly, that this lack is most felt by the female gender, but in this case it refers almost exclusively to the child as a child, how to be generated, the flesh of his flesh, blood of prorpio blood. Extending the concept, we are all involved, unequivocally, by the fact that our life is lived waiting for a child who probably never be born. These are our emotions, our innermost thoughts, our desires and our imaginations in high words.
Nothing can better represent this child if not the eyes of the man at the end of his life he looks around and sees nothing but a face of a child.
The reasons for this are various, innumerable, unpredictable. The lives of all of us are different though equal, and are always gripped by the same nightmares and fears. The lives of all of us have children ever born, children who called desperately, screaming our name, but that we and the deaf do not feel we will never hear.
At the unborn child must ask forgiveness for our inability to love, to love beautiful things and loving life. We must ask forgiveness for our sopprusi that child, for our wrongs, for our transgressions. But not to others, mind you, but ask for forgiveness, because we have abused ourselves.
Pardon my dear child for not being here, for not having accepted and cherished, and brought up as the most precious thing in the world. Forgiveness for not having done that this world could be enriched by your presence and not depleted from my dirty needs.
I apologize for not giving anything in this life, instead of having everything taken without asking.
That unborn child who died in us and in us has been buried with his laughter, his hopes, his aspirations. All buried under the mantle of our thorny material needs.
I ask forgiveness for all those who have not dared ask forgiveness for all those who wanted to, but have not been able, I ask forgiveness for all those who have tried and have given up, I ask forgiveness for those who have not even thought about two minutes. I ask forgiveness for all and especially those for myself. In order to be sucked and did not realized, for not having believed and dreamed, for thinking and not doing.
At that unborn child that although life without sense and perceive everything, asking us to forgive all.

To Big Boobs To Walk Boobs

What are dreams


(photo by Garima)
Dream or reality

What are the dreams in people's lives, if not the retaining walls of our expectations and aspirations, the same every day to make us drag our feet one after the other in the muddy paths we travel.
Only in dreams are the food of our hearts, undaunted that beats stubborn, providing the lifeblood to our body shake cowardly tangled jungle of our emotions. Each of us, in fact, is immersed in water sometimes clear, sometimes putrid, these imaginary pictures of what should be our life. And just as awareness, we realize that this life of ours, hardly ever goes into these idealized scenarios, but rather often present us with many scenarios, perhaps even more beautiful, but totally unimaginable in advance.
Well we get to the point of considering that the achievements are not to be important in our earthly journey, but rather the fact that we have had dreams, images, perhaps hallucinations in those few moments when we liberate the mind and heart.
After much toil, this still leaves us a little richer than they were the minute before, full of feelings and emotions, as they are fed only by the dreams and thoughts.
Heart and Soul are the pillars of our existence, objects and constructs are rather paradoxically, what is the evanescence of our lives. We are in a period when baptize and label everything that surrounds us as a virtual or real, according to our conception of how our senses present to us.
If only we pause a moment to think, we realize that nothing is more real than our own that virtual every hour, every minute weave plot after plot only with our heart. We
very real and unreal dreams of our work, we feel very unrealistic idea of \u200b\u200blove, and much more practical acquiescence of a presence at our side for fear of endless solitude. We feel very foolish
who follows the color, and very wise people who abides by the simple pull of everyday life campare.Siamo indeed all crazy, in a world of crazy, in a collective consciousness that has lost the light of reason. What we
hungry dogs fist fight each other, looking for a bite that can afford only to arrive in the evening still alive .... Or rather, for what we believe is to live.
This is what we see engaged in a second of Universal Time, dust compared with the enormity of being immeasurable. Commitments and engaged in something that makes no sense, and it does not matter, and most importantly is a waste of this inhuman short period of time we call all "life" without any way to know what this word should mean.
seem to consider love, and depression, but just want to be an invitation to consider instead a glimmer of light that could really give us a breath of vita.Quell 'last breath that remains in us and will remain after us, being in this Ultimately what matters. Allow the breath of life as we passed.
I wanted to see, I figured, I even rocked the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing what rice is, and it was after bello.Il has always been different, far away, changed, but it does not matter, because at the moment of being alive is the dream ' only thing that matters in our lives. This always understand it when we meet another person, another being, another heart. We understand both and both will remain with this inner breath. And for this I thank my heart always met, which will remain as a light in me. What will be, in spite of all that surrounds it seriously and we continue undeterred to call "reality" is not as important as people think.