Opening ....
Currently ... with this song and I start to think about many things. Among them, life is like playing with your arms. Play hard, you know? Play that is in keeping with your wishes, in the direction of how you want things to turn, and sometimes goes against you and bend your arm so hard that you realize that life takes you on the wrong track, perhaps the opposite. Does it hurt when someone bends arm with a sudden motion too, right?
Another thing, also with regard to life, are the opportunities that comes in a box empty, closed, with a small hole which can fit in your hand. One naively sinner, introduced by hand to see if life gives you surprises, if at some point the ball sucrase love, or money, or good luck. Although we know, not exactly, which is empty, we introduced the hand over and over again, drawing random things exist but they're true. And disappear as fast as it came.
Anything else, we participated in a choral work without knowing that they could sing or we had talent. Everything moves with the frequency, the vibration (no, not talking about the quantum, but the Cuatic) and desire. "All we sang under the same tone in different rings ... sounds good? If you want the answer, see the news immediately. We all want to sing the same? Yes, No, Maybe, Sometimes Seguroo ... Do you see that even I can not decide on anything?
Finally ... have a chance. Although life would twist (sorry for the mistake if any) arm (or both the whimsical), we play to play with empty boxes and we get on the stage without knowing what to do, always, always tells us to do and how to do. Life is unforgiving, yet merciful. It is all, is nothing ... is one, we are all ...
Finally, you decide ... how to live and die ... Right?
"Lord, it is enough"
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