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the end of the dark .. night.

An end always brings a new beginning.
trite to say but something sad and exciting at the same time.

The end .. have with the desire to stop time .. brings signs of sadness and pieces of experience. The end

sometimes smell of joy and contentment ..
others, has the bitter taste of boredom and dissatisfaction .

The end point of a period , For a moment, an emotion, action .. is that sense of Joint ' concern that haunts you when something you want to live in the best possible because you have the awareness is unable to have more than the moment later.

Ma.
the end, gives us the sweet thrill of ' beginning.
That feeling of hope to rebuild something .. doubtful and afraid to do it.

new gestures, new emotions, experiences .. can be better and run the risk of yielding to what you first wanted to avoid.

.. just a meeting point between beginning and end is the feeling that you can try in one night ..
when one day ends and you find yourself at the beginning of a new day to build the best.
Or at least in the sweetest way possible.

You deal with what happened .. the night passed slowly or too quickly ..
the company of your choice, and lasted just wanted to hug, to the unspoken words, thoughts shoot out .. instinctively actions that make you tired and involved in the routine, to the satisfaction obtained, found courage
.. went to the objectives and good intentions into port again placed in the drawer.

... And the dawn of melancholy, boredom, of ' dissatisfaction, happiness, enthusiasm, hope and waiting for fresh news.

all starts from the desire to finish something
the end of a moment, a state of emotion.

I close my eyes to the dream with the hope that time passes quickly through the empty days and prepare for the catwalk moments of intense satisfaction ...
against any weaknesses. Why
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that everything is right at the end .. begins, again, is regenerated ..

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The fear is exhausting!
shabby thoughts to bursting.
offers an endless skein of thoughts and concerns.
be afraid to make mistakes limits us in many things.
.. is always more comfortable to be in balance instead of falling and getting hurt.
and maybe that's the indecision that comes from there for anything ..
unfounded, the fear of losing something is too big or when you've made sacrifices to reach .
Each wins means a loss and their greatest fear is that of failing to understand the proper weight to be given to things.
Then you find yourself having to think between feelings and reason ..
.. instinct and responsibility.

There is a subtle fear: to dare, to lose control ... to get to reach an upper limit.

Fear always precedes a change .

Fear postpone the discovery of something unexpected.

There is a time when all these feelings are mixed .. a moment closed between ' anxiety and happiness ..
.. so if I think that every action brings its fair result ..
I wonder
sense that has rocked up all these doubts? ..

"I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind .. "

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scattered over the real ...

Some thoughts wander on several parallel lines of time .. .. never meet.
Some issues for the absurd nature of destiny can never be reconciled .
So over the sound of the running time is only the expectation and desire to run, hoping not to stumble and get hurt.
Very often we are not aware of the changes, and we make the mistake of choosing the adventures of our lives depending on other people.
Maybe put ourselves in the middle and really experience what we could make it look like anything but breath and life much more rewarding.
the end .. the attitudes natural and spontaneous are the only ones who hold the hope that it survives beyond the fear and pain 's misunderstanding.

true desires are the stuff that remains beneath the surface of the minutes and the deceptions of events ..
simply must learn to live with the new universe that forms day after day ..

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Odi et amo.

I hate the thoughts, the confusion of emotions .. the monotony.

hate the hearts of ice.
Those able to go back to the slightest sign of difficulty
... Those who forget or pretend.
Those that eliminate emotions.
Those who want to time .. too long.
Those who do not understand
Those that contain your thoughts, but you are near.
Those who pretend and take advantage of the trust of others.
Those which do not misunderstandings.
Those who do not understand what is beyond a glance.

forgiveness .. I love the heat of the warmth of a hug .. the joy of surprises ..

I love sincere hearts ..
Those who fight over the difficulties
that to which the goodness and respect .. first of all.
Those who show their presence.
What you are close when you're sick when you laugh .. and increase your joy.
Those who fight for what they believe in stating their ideas.
Those that do not allow themselves to eat from hatred and resentment ..
Those who express themselves while seeking a reaction.
I love the hearts not good to contain the true perfection in the ability to donate a smile full of affection to a face full of tears confused ..