You made the case to as night our senses worsened? We can perceive sounds and noises that day even notice.The same goes for the thoughts, memories, for everything that is beautiful or ugly is the baggage of our lives. At night it is easier to fly on the wings of time spent, chasing memories that almost you escape, and force them to be beautiful view of himself in those unforgettable years...
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Listen quietly intervened words a place to be in a fragment of thoughts. For when I am silent, there is the rest for my mind. Such a peace that only those who are still has to find a language so soft, so clear just who it is, willing to listen, can be read with the thought of a place where imagination meets realtàE the memories of the past may not have the courage to compete for a place where I can be targeted and free Yes a place infinite space where I find this site that talks about this venue ... and my silence written...