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Walking backwards on the heart ... ... to be happy with all the silence that

I called the elevator once for the last time toward the door of what was supposed to be my home ... suddenly it's like if I went to find someone and that if only one port to of any house with any person inside that probably would never see ... but we are the All. With a simple gesture ... but I continued to walk on the heart, back, to erase the facts in time ... but time continues to run after me, then I accelerometers ... maybe one day being able to find out he lost my tracks and I find myself with a huge box, just like now, and looking inside I find a ball Any inside with me as they rush to escape the time ... but in the meantime I will be raised again, holding another box, with any holding in his arms a box just like mine. Time is always too little ... so here we are with all of the giants in our boxes with small dreams in our building to face without speaking ...
... this is the time to look out the window to the universe, and throw no dreams or turn them into a reality that is pleasantly livable. Believe, carry out and keep walking and never stop, no matter what happens, if also serves on the heart, if you need it back ... even if it serves with a box, letting the time is consumed by ... if so would pass anyway, might as well be happy.

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need ...

close my eyes and dream of being on a large terrace with sea view,
silence is perfect and so easy to feel good:
is as simple as breathing, wonderful as the first day on the beach ... I
find myself hanging out the washing, just as the sun begins to warm back ...
remain immobile, waiting for your hanging upside hidden between the sheets, while the wind stirs
watch your wake as you sit at the table ...
for breakfast,
while you pour the coffee,
time to steal this moment with all the silence that serves ...
until you'll see me ... and here are our eyes and then ...
our smiles

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Stolen Moments by Steve McCurry

Steve McCurry, who was born in Philadelphia February 24, 1950, is an American photographer and photojournalist, best known for the photograph "Afghan Girl" photo depicting Sharbat Gula, fled to a refugee camp in Peshawar (Pakistan) .

The picture was published as the cover of National Geographic Magazine of June 1985, became the most famous issue comes out.

McCurry, however, was not born photographer now, initially worked as a cook, and only after Quackenbush began studying photography at Pennsylvania State University.

After working for two years in a newspaper, then worked as a freelancer in India.
Since then he has taken photographs of conflicts in many parts of the world, including Yugoslavia, Beirut, Cambodia, the Philippines, the Gulf War and Afghanistan, and National Geographic Magazine has been published its report on Burma, Yemen, Tibet and the temples of Angkor Wat.

In 2009 the photographer worked to Tierra, sustainable development project carried out from Lavazza, the project aims to enable communities of small coffee producers to improve their living conditions, quality of product and to acquire new instruments to trade on more favorable terms.

The report was commissioned to Stebo McCurry and three other young reporters.

According to the photographer, the reporter must first become familiar with the subjects of his photos, maybe you live and breathe the culture of the place he wants to portray.

"Most of my images are of people. Seeking the unguarded moment, the essential soul peeking out, experience etched on a person's face. I try to convey what that person can be an educated person on a broader landscape, we might call the human condition. "

Steve McCurry

Sources : Wikipedia, Steve McCurry 'Blog

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"I love those who can still fall in love!

But it is becoming awfully difficult to fall in love, right?
a stranger, of course, foreign soul, the other that until recently there was and is today.
In 'falling in love that's the juice: to go round, without addresses, coordinates, compass: We like this one, because when I went there it seemed a comet, and our sky has felt empty in the middle, has retired as if the sun were to fail unless the moon, and vice versa.

Too corny perhaps, but who cares, everyone believes and knows how best to assess, and in love, I think, so we know what the Arabic dialects.
But
there settled a bit sad that I would appear from your silence.

E 'love you very little or nothing.

And then there's another one of my personal beliefs: the lightning strikes do not click unless we first prepared to be "electrocuted".
is not hunting as hyenas, or to claim, barricaded in the house, that a soul mate, after the Yellow Pages last year, is to look for door to door like the Gestapo. No!

I speak for more!

I think if you are not a lot of inner cleansing, if you kicked the first victim of the type "I have already given so much, now people do not fool me more", unless we stop the download unfortunate human being who has recklessly cast his eyes upon all our furry distrust, or hatred we feel for the unknown without a letter of recommendation, the spark will not fire ever!

The calculation and compromise are born only loves heavy.
Assessments portfolio, mess-ups from the sentimental, political and trade relations between men and women form only pairs heavy.
What are then the pair broke out today. The inseparable
that sooner or later split up, after the war home, in Afghanistan's family, "put together" that melt between reproach, lies and mutual horns!

Tell me I'm not dreaming ... that you love and so much more! "

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As a child I believed that I would be able to commit myself to be perfect, do not ever make mistakes, do not hurt nobody, and thinking that I always knew what was the right choice every time. I was convinced that if I had wished I could change the world (now I laugh) but I ended up only to change myself. I also knew that to reach that far I could not stay long with the others, because I would not be able to work on myself. So I spent the time watching the other girls sitting on a wall of the school, as if I were watching a movie ... and I began to see their lives. The friendships that were formed, those who died, their speeches. In elementary school when the teachers had to write their opinion on my behavior had called on pagellami different ... Mine was just a way to figure out what bothered me in the behavior of others, I could distinguish it only by watching and try not to do the same things. But that solitude slowly started to get a gap bigger and bigger ... until I realized that I could no longer be with others.
I tried to be different because I believed that I would be happy in a place created in my mind;
a perfect place where I could correct errors by making life as a pencil line on a sheet. A walk around my loneliness drawn from waking up at night ... pause for reflection articulated by many questions because I have always been convinced that there is a solution to problems, always a way out ... but when all of a sudden the way out you can not see? All around it was becoming abstract, everything is swallowed by darkness, and the wind begins to bite, and often knocks the heart, and the night becomes a refuge where his soul you lose hope of being found by someone, we've seen, we can embrace, show that there was a road but we were not to see it because it tired, all of Solitude, of ourselves, but never 'Other. That part of ourselves that has left a void because inside another person. An interlocking pieces to complete a perfect picture for the existence of each of us. The search for the other ... to return to live

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