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arrivals, departures, meetings, appointments, and even riots.
Summer time travel starts and ends within ourselves.
We pass from a stomach ache and anxiety of the pre start to melancholy and back pain to return, to find themselves, finally, where we were, as we were in the same position as if we had not moved even an inch.
Summer, time of kilometers without thought, with smile and hope. Time to spend together with our thoughts. A time when there weigh more, as if by magic, meters, miles to go. In winter, on the contrary, as we become heavy also move a hundred yards, it seems that all you weight on him. Yet we are always, always the same as we were yesterday and we will be tomorrow, just about anything has changed. Around but not around. In fact is not around to make us do things that seem wonderful, this is not about is none other than our "domestic". Yes this is the magic of life, everything, everywhere, every sensation lives within ourselves.
We're just used to understand and feel this summer.
But we are able to do this every day of our lives, every hour of our journey, every minute of our breath, anything can be an immense and wonderful trip, if only we listen to our great ability to feel sensations.
arrivals and departures for each site, with a route that leads inexorably within ourselves, to learn what we can finally be happy with so little awareness of what we perceive to be unique.
Come, come, we run, but we are still us that we can not stop and look with our eyes full of wonderful colors, but with the heart, and hear the conclusion of our journey that there is always a new beginning, a new pain stomach for a new start, a new eagerness to start again on a long journey.
The continuous repetition of this force us to live as only we can do in both summer and winter, both in joy that in pain. We can do everything, everything there is prohibited, just our limited senses and our mind just trained to be what are the barriers of the heart.
The journey of moving even though we still leads to unimaginable scenarios, making the lives of our bright colors that go beyond our sight.
departing and arriving at the place where we want, within us, to seize that moment of ecstasy and joy that makes us understand that "we are".
This is the essence of happiness is based only on us, and therefore eternal, making sure that the summer never ends.
Summer time travel starts and ends within ourselves.
We pass from a stomach ache and anxiety of the pre start to melancholy and back pain to return, to find themselves, finally, where we were, as we were in the same position as if we had not moved even an inch.
Summer, time of kilometers without thought, with smile and hope. Time to spend together with our thoughts. A time when there weigh more, as if by magic, meters, miles to go. In winter, on the contrary, as we become heavy also move a hundred yards, it seems that all you weight on him. Yet we are always, always the same as we were yesterday and we will be tomorrow, just about anything has changed. Around but not around. In fact is not around to make us do things that seem wonderful, this is not about is none other than our "domestic". Yes this is the magic of life, everything, everywhere, every sensation lives within ourselves.
We're just used to understand and feel this summer.
But we are able to do this every day of our lives, every hour of our journey, every minute of our breath, anything can be an immense and wonderful trip, if only we listen to our great ability to feel sensations.
arrivals and departures for each site, with a route that leads inexorably within ourselves, to learn what we can finally be happy with so little awareness of what we perceive to be unique.
Come, come, we run, but we are still us that we can not stop and look with our eyes full of wonderful colors, but with the heart, and hear the conclusion of our journey that there is always a new beginning, a new pain stomach for a new start, a new eagerness to start again on a long journey.
The continuous repetition of this force us to live as only we can do in both summer and winter, both in joy that in pain. We can do everything, everything there is prohibited, just our limited senses and our mind just trained to be what are the barriers of the heart.
The journey of moving even though we still leads to unimaginable scenarios, making the lives of our bright colors that go beyond our sight.
departing and arriving at the place where we want, within us, to seize that moment of ecstasy and joy that makes us understand that "we are".
This is the essence of happiness is based only on us, and therefore eternal, making sure that the summer never ends.
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