not find the time ... we should be cutting the ropes that bind them to their assailants, but I'm realizing lately that knives are losing their jobs. Perhaps we are shouting but we're not knocking down the doors that hold the silence.
I miss them hugs, no materials, which are easy to give hugs, but still lacks the Act, those hugs that do not heal the scars but if you understand the secrets of problems ... of silence. When the Act, when we know the geography of their chains really understand that we must continue screaming but we must also speak to the ear, convincing them that silence is the deepest wound of his wounds, possibly the letter of the stellar script that allows the aggressor, the coward, the creep maintain the suspense of horror film. Almanacs
When not break down the doors of the exit, when the lifts do not reach all the corners, is that silence has become the perfect plot of scoundrels to fill holes all roads where they can take steps to heels of the soul, free steps, steps of life ... Silence leads to a life aside, put life, a life without life, and that interests them ...
not find the time but we have not lost. We must continue tacking outlets to get them through the mirrors, they come and see that .... After the rain always clears
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