"I was blind
and saw the key
always
put it in my hand.
That opening
the door of dreams
of those who dream.
Now I
and every day looking for treasures
behind the doors
lockable "
Antonio Morales
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" trains that pass only once throughout our existence, perhaps. There are, indeed, choices, choices that make us profoundly for the rest of our days writing indelible personal history of which we are always at the same time, children and parents, debtors and graceful. And there, of course, moments in life where a burst of courage, a commitment to generosity or a breath of clarity, can make a difference for a long time. But I refuse to believe, as the Princess Caye, a moment of forgetfulness (to condense in a second or who knows how many years) to seal our fate and leave for judgment. As I refuse to believe, my dear, you go to play all your future in the letter that impatient dealer called social convention now requires you bet. Since I can not conceive, in short, a God who loves us infinitely not give us (in our gifts, our talents, our sensitivity to hear your call) the endless possibility of rebuilding again tomorrow, far astray yesterday.
Because there is no decision that would bring new crossroads. Because our tickets to fleeting happiness itself can not alone to overcome the obstacles. For your dreams because there is no start time or boarding station default. Because the only train that carries the full truth, however miraculously filled to circulate ...
... always waiting for you, There plazaaaaaaaas! "
Blog Excerpted from The potter's clay :
Chisec De Flores, to Sayaxché: Four lessons
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