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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