There comes a time of day when you feel in perfect balance with everything. This is not currently anticipated by something, nothing alerts you to its arrival, and sometimes even fear that you never come, but always arrives, and at some point you feel suddenly alone, he leaves a sense of sadness, fear , of despair, look what next to you, a mere object, a photograph, and see with different eyes, and in that moment you know where six, up to a second you felt the first float in the air, enveloped in a heavy blanket, and barely resisted the effort you had to do to remain standing. This moment may pass quickly, or persist, making you look differently at your surroundings, making you wonder what was wrong until a minute before, what I missed, I wanted something that now seems so irrelevant?
Then our attention is distracted, the dim light attracts and turns his head away, and come back as before, vanishes the weak sense of stability, collapse all certainties, but what certainty? We have not had no time to question ourselves, what made us happy? What makes us even happier? What we have seen in the vacuum of our eyes, the colors of a garish cover in pure white wall in front of us? Nothing. And 'nothing that accompanies us every day, behind which hides everything, but we do not have the key to achieve it, or do we still get it, or distracted we Thrown at a time in which the joy had taken over, and that wonderful moment lasted a little 'more, into believing it was forever, but that time can come back again, still can last, if only our eyes try looking in the right direction, if they stopped running frantically around us, and simply posassero on our hands, to see what we can do with them, see what we can grasp, and found that it takes very little to do and not let go of our dreams the fate that so far we tested for a few seconds per day, with fear, unfortunately, that did not belong to us. TM
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