I return today from a mountain six days and already I feel tired of life here. Lately every time I go out to those bends that bring me back home, just unfolding before my eyes the immense plain dotted with lights and large and small, I get anxiety, because it's like when the alarm sounds in the morning. Up there I learned that without the internet is good anyway, even when the phone does not take. Who sleep in the grave silence is good. That stand to admire the valley below your feet is amazing. Out that while snow and feel the absolute silence, only the falling snow with its slight rustling leaves you speechless. No worries. Without unnecessary concerns.
up there I think there is another "dimension of life," everything has its own rhythms, most natural ones I know, more relaxed, more human. Just breathe for a few days that air that smells of nothing, you enter the lungs to the end, it makes you realize that the troubles of life is a crap, crap. And you're alive inside. Our lives have sadly become a dumping ground of feelings, we no longer love, takes time and brain. The first deal for the work and run and second run after us in the meantime rather than drag. It occurs to me that is so much I want to say a few words about love and sex are too often confused no one knows why. Maybe because you soon. Maybe because it's convenient. I think perhaps it's just me. Maybe I do not know, here's why. But even now, even if they are at home, no thoughts, that snow and silence if they swallow them. Once the sound of the sea I did this effect, I now discovered the mountains and the snow, the silence. A deafening silence, that makes you whistle in my ears so impressive that you can not worry about trivial things that you value coatings fake. When you just hear the snow falling and your voice is lost in the emptiness, thoughts wander to dissolve.
This week has done me good, I returned with high hopes, with the idea of \u200b\u200ba little more peace of mind for the future, but I have no illusions of anything, what will come. Right now they are peaceful, I spent a few quiet days with the person that I love the most, the one with the famous little blue eyes that exude happiness, the little face with puppy, so her own. And I would protect her from many things. Sometimes I realize that I'm running too much with my mind and I will stop now, because everything captain moments when I'm just fine with her, and she with me. We are well short. It scares me that the more we are together we are more calm, because we "lose" less nonsense in which we take away the serenity, the less time we spend together the easier it is wrapped. At times I could not stay without her, because she is, complicated and sensitive, simple and decisive, but I like a few cuddles. Why are we, noi2, started from scratch in every way that we built from scratch feelings. We still distinguish between heart and body, between head and heart. I do not know if I face more afraid of life life, which could threaten these our feelings and our balances these, I'm afraid of the fragility that create the rhythms of life "normal". At times I am convinced that only love makes me feel close to, what makes you think about her even in the most unthinkable, while you're taking something, but all of a sudden you think of her, and I was born a smile on lips, those around you wonders what you're going. I wish I could build, or perhaps could build a fortress around all this, who knows how to defend the wealth, I would. I wonder just when I'm writing what I expected or expect, but I just get a rational request to let time pass and let it go my mind and his idiotic questions. And a recurring thought materializes, I'll be a romantic or merely a simple and thoughtful by nature, always complex, that which is lost in looking at a starry sky and admire the snow that falls in his silence?
If you did not understand they are still in the mountains with her mind and heart.
yesterday at this time I'm thinking that I was stroking his little face and his eyes met mine with her, tired and always surrounded by an aura of something I can not describe in words, that makes me think that when you close in there something special to happen, that there is a world to discover. Last night I was at this sussurarre "goodnight my love, I love you "..." goodnight to you too love ... I love you too. "
up there I think there is another "dimension of life," everything has its own rhythms, most natural ones I know, more relaxed, more human. Just breathe for a few days that air that smells of nothing, you enter the lungs to the end, it makes you realize that the troubles of life is a crap, crap. And you're alive inside. Our lives have sadly become a dumping ground of feelings, we no longer love, takes time and brain. The first deal for the work and run and second run after us in the meantime rather than drag. It occurs to me that is so much I want to say a few words about love and sex are too often confused no one knows why. Maybe because you soon. Maybe because it's convenient. I think perhaps it's just me. Maybe I do not know, here's why. But even now, even if they are at home, no thoughts, that snow and silence if they swallow them. Once the sound of the sea I did this effect, I now discovered the mountains and the snow, the silence. A deafening silence, that makes you whistle in my ears so impressive that you can not worry about trivial things that you value coatings fake. When you just hear the snow falling and your voice is lost in the emptiness, thoughts wander to dissolve.
This week has done me good, I returned with high hopes, with the idea of \u200b\u200ba little more peace of mind for the future, but I have no illusions of anything, what will come. Right now they are peaceful, I spent a few quiet days with the person that I love the most, the one with the famous little blue eyes that exude happiness, the little face with puppy, so her own. And I would protect her from many things. Sometimes I realize that I'm running too much with my mind and I will stop now, because everything captain moments when I'm just fine with her, and she with me. We are well short. It scares me that the more we are together we are more calm, because we "lose" less nonsense in which we take away the serenity, the less time we spend together the easier it is wrapped. At times I could not stay without her, because she is, complicated and sensitive, simple and decisive, but I like a few cuddles. Why are we, noi2, started from scratch in every way that we built from scratch feelings. We still distinguish between heart and body, between head and heart. I do not know if I face more afraid of life life, which could threaten these our feelings and our balances these, I'm afraid of the fragility that create the rhythms of life "normal". At times I am convinced that only love makes me feel close to, what makes you think about her even in the most unthinkable, while you're taking something, but all of a sudden you think of her, and I was born a smile on lips, those around you wonders what you're going. I wish I could build, or perhaps could build a fortress around all this, who knows how to defend the wealth, I would. I wonder just when I'm writing what I expected or expect, but I just get a rational request to let time pass and let it go my mind and his idiotic questions. And a recurring thought materializes, I'll be a romantic or merely a simple and thoughtful by nature, always complex, that which is lost in looking at a starry sky and admire the snow that falls in his silence?
If you did not understand they are still in the mountains with her mind and heart.
yesterday at this time I'm thinking that I was stroking his little face and his eyes met mine with her, tired and always surrounded by an aura of something I can not describe in words, that makes me think that when you close in there something special to happen, that there is a world to discover. Last night I was at this sussurarre "goodnight my love, I love you "..." goodnight to you too love ... I love you too. "
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