...las palabras viven en todas partes...en lo obscuro de la existencia, en la brevedad del despertar, en la eternidad del ocaso, en lo secreto de la noche, en la tristeza de la lluvia, en la fuerza del mar, en el rocio de la mañana... pero hacen su morada en lo profundo del alma..... donde sus ecos resuenan -intermitentes- como destellos de una eterna ensoñación....
I read once, that life is like music, sometimes there are sounds that hurt your ears, some other times the music will be so delicate it will almost touch you, sometimes there will be rock and some times there will be pop.
You just have to dance to whatever beat the dj puts you. :)
y porque no? seguir esperando hasta que sea la persona correcta, no hay prisa
ResponderEliminarMuy hermoso =)
ResponderEliminarI read once, that life is like music, sometimes there are sounds that hurt your ears, some other times the music will be so delicate it will almost touch you, sometimes there will be rock and some times there will be pop.
ResponderEliminarYou just have to dance to whatever beat the dj puts you. :)