for years I am looking for the passion that will turn off the useless fire that consumes me, there are days when everything goes well, we feel carried by the wind, the ideas flow, the spirit is above anxieties, then it takes a moment where nothing works in the right direction, body creaks, the brain is slower, no spark, it is night in broad daylight, no way to bounce back, he must wait until the crossing reopens, humans can not go it alone, it needs to connect to an eternal source that allows him to get on with positive thoughts, those who do not believe in graceful relief are condemned to hang time in an intermediate state of dissatisfaction sticky, my advice is to bear away a green drop from a divine source of purity, the look is one who perceives the outside world, he is the first to receive the new information of hope, then everything goes well, we forget what happened before, all is forgiven, because love is so strong that it reverses the anxieties and transformed into a castle of cards that is falling with a finger, this is excellent news, they fought without knowing how long and all of a sudden the sky lights up and goes evil