The contemplation is the insurance road of the divine. We looked at the water of our lake and suddenly we woke up of a dream, as if knocked down in the eternal asleep. Did we sleep because we dreamed, or did we dream because we slept and didn't we still wake up?
We woke up and we sought our glance. We tried to focus what happens to our turn, but still sleepy we verified the fragility of our soul. Per times, a lot of times?, did we fear to sleep, because they wait in the nightmares that force us to scream. But, there it is the love for in the awakening, to approximate, to survive.
Our destiny is in the loved person. Before that, our imagination fills with fantasies, of marvels, and fantastic doors open up and they show us after all the secrets of the other dimensions that exist. That the love is freed of the prison of our soul. In him it begins and it ends, the secret of the life is revealed. He lives and it frees the force of the love that exists in you.
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