Thoughts Of Love IV

Thoughts of Love IV

I stop at the immense solitude of their birth the words that spring from a feeling, which is missing one you want, we place forgotten and lost until there is a sigh and understand why. Amar is the need to share, want and desire. We are made of a pair and the fata of a voice is the enemy, when with her and we want comfort.

Writing reflections and thoughts is a lifetime project, perhaps, are just moments, a dream, a desire, a temporary building, a Freudian slip and so many other things. My own life is different, simple, hidden, quiet, dormant, dreamy, hopeful. Accustomed to look beyond the truth, to listen between the lines, reading up on the tracks that keeps the past. I do not know, life is so complex that one is lost in the intricacies of a second.

Words have their own life, they do not reflect a permanent life, they are given, which reads, that human being you know the color feels granting the heat it requires, the love you want, the passion that he springs and even in many cases, the sentence that appears again and out of the sad memories that were left with one and never will.

The word is sometimes the comfort to which we hold so as not to drown in the sad reality that sometimes we live, they are printed in the soul feelings difficult and impossible that they disappear altogether as they form their own immortal self. They help us to reflect, grow and even to feel a helping hand when we covered the cold loneliness exercises.

The maturity goes hand in hand with the contradiction with the reality of others, one can not make a path and assume that the world is guided and walk through it. You can not pretend that the achievements in life are a direct result of self, ... others exist. They are what our dreams become reality. Samuel Akinin

In the dichotomy that imbues us when we analyze, we know that we exist as male or female, who are fathers, mothers. We found that these parts are not divided, nor can unite, because even having feelings, they, having been broken, they can not do for the pain that occurred at the break and the printed trace of pain in the soul.

I wanted to exist as a different and stumbled. I believed to bring happiness, share joys and be someone else. Found barriers, glass bells that show but they can not walk. It's like being in a cell covered with a veil, with strings that do not allow us to act. Perhaps it was the feeling itself, which did not allow favored or pain to stop living.

Luckily I am a father, it reflects what I feel. You may speak, either as expressions of the soul, they are tears of pain of love. These feelings behind the walls where I live, and I see that my children are home. I am not alone, I know it's dark, human selfishness also obscures the lights in the ceiling of the sky every night God gives us.

Forgetting is sometimes cures the pain of a heartbreak. Not always want to forget, because your image with us, a stained glass window, a message, a word, a caress, a lot ... all together is still the precious gift that you gave me and not know that I stay in love. Samuel Levy Akinin

Who are we to analyze the time. Time is the most precious jewel with which each of us has, is the wealth of accumulated experience one or many, is learning that we receive almost no give, in which we share with no claims, which lets us be and we are. In the end, without doubt, is the only thing that separates me from you.

samuel levy akinin