Carrying the sword of Damocles

World that takes turns of the most edifying, the most accurate, that hit our heart at every moment, we look back and the film was made, every time we walk the front time is shortened and the back becomes larger, as marked mark for us. With heads acting certainly in a human reason, coherent in the human condition making a sketch to be drawn in the way that believes, in a certain, in a reason, the nature generated the human being and not on the contrary, it is easier the human being to adapt the rules Of nature than of the opposite, with our thinking heads disconnected from nature pretentiously we feel that we are in charge, but it is enough for nature to rage and give a shudder to put all this presumption drifting.

Presumption may be something of 'failing' beings seeing it in time, finally connecting it to its real distant identity, the spinning world, and the spinning human being, the world that inspires Nights and days, darkness to melancholy and clarity to euphoria, to rain from the heavens the feeling inside us, we walk as proud of ourselves with the sword of Damocles in the hands with everything and nothing at the same time with the Temperament of the warriors who want to conquer the world of human fortunes and the mirror of the terrifying anguish in the conscience that pursues reason, showing the dust on the ground, stepping on and showing its true origin.

The struggle to sustain life, the struggle to maintain life, is the greatest proof of love that a human being can have with his creator, as well as the achievements that we leave behind in the marks of time, the stories we are doing and writing in the Time, the struggles pursued and also the disappointments why where the fight there is deception, which is nothing more than the force when trying to fight, the attempts to write the best stories in our unique and unbearable life. We are warriors. The ground that sustains the great pretensions of men, the castles, the dreams also reflect its origin, the dust of identity, the rise and decline, the beginning and the end in constancy of certainty and uncertain.

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