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A L., transparent letters he can read and listen to the silence I love you

not write on blank pages. Do not write on blank pages. Do not write on blank pages. Only minutes from awareness of the yellowed pages that follow, because the time goes on and you know it all, although you will continue to retire in your thoughts on eternity hypocrites of an individual. When you're young, they say, feel the arms extend to infinity, and sometimes you can get to touch the stars with his fingertips. When you are aware that the stars are too far away, that you are a person over, it is then that you are an adult. Shit, this is just emulation of common places now demolished dust. All right: You never touch the stars with the tips of your fingers and maybe you are a person over. But not all individuals are equal finished. I never had the feeling in me of omnipotent delusion, that thing that comes over you making you think that everything is much simpler, all as a silly game, and anytime you can come to touch the sky. No, none of this, everyone chooses what he wants to be and if anything I can to reach the sky will certainly be in old age, by which time my arms are long enough to allow, because I have chosen and I made one that developed in this regard. And then we talk about life? I limit myself to exist, and maybe I still have to learn to live, not today, today the rest down, helpless.