when is it now

lundi 2 juillet 2012

tomorrows are provided to believe, it depends on the will of each, there are old people who no longer believe, they are tired of life, nothing interests them, there are also sad young people, who see no more life in a whole happiness, each moment they think things are not going at the time they live, where then the hope is mysterious, it comes from very far to get ready, every second can be hopeful, it's been put together for hours, days, fragile construction that could collapse at once, I dare say that to be good you have to have occasional moments of doubt intense, it does not last but it gives a balance, when I look back I see all the progress, this continuity of time and space in the respect for others, it's a project that we must constantly update, nothing can stand in time, wear is fast, one lives on sand, when it rains it solidifies, when the sun shines it separates, thousands of days together, and then one day stop, we can not continue,

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