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The confinements don't hold out never the others, they serve only to suffocate you. Be able specare your life to trace confinements or to decide to live for overcoming them... there are some confinements that is too much expensive to cross, but if dare do him/it, the life on the other side is stupendous!

The eutanasia,literally good death, is the practice that consists of getting the death, using the way most painless, rapid and bloodless possible, to a human being affection from an incurable illness, to the purpose to put an end to its suffering.

Which among these symptoms you find in your daily life?

Sunday, January 20, 2008

"SLOW DANCE"

Have you ever looked at his/her children in a "girotondo"?
Or done listen to the noise of the rain when it falls to the ground?
Or does ever follow the to flutter irregular of a butterfly?
Or done observe the sun to fade away some night?
You would do better to slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
The time is brief.
The music won't last.
Do you cross every day in flight?
When you say "As you are? "
Do you listen to the answer?
When the day is ended do you stretch yourself on your bed with hundreds of following matters that passes you for the head?
You would do better to slow down.
Don't dance so fast
The time is brief.
The music won't last.
Have you ever told your child, will we do " him/it tomorrow? "
without noticing in the hurry, his/her sorrow?
Done ever lose the contact, with a good friendship that then you/he/she is ended because you had never had time to call and to say "Hi?"
You would do better to slow down.
Don't dance so fast
The time is brief.
The music won't last.
When you race so fast to come from some part you lose yourself halves the pleasure to go there.
When you worry yourself and you race the whole day you make never your life an open gift. . . thrown away.
Life is not a run.
Take her/it plain.
He/she listens to the music.

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