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How many times we do not fly without wings? It's like
strong threw something from them and felt like they came off
of our body and look and not find them ... We had them
and the fly fell into swamps and agitated to leave it
hurt, got dirty and mud made it weighs
greater than that of our body and it cost us to fly ...
We were often on the floor
hoping to further ease themselves
but as the mud dried
the further hardened.
And here we are today ... With wings hardened
and unable to fly or without wings ...
What happened to us? Why fly to places
we were without strength, without
win, no hope?
wings ... We need to be re-
open our wings ... We do
need to feel that it is worth continuing ...
Life shows us at every step
our flight is not always that
hope as well that there are also wetlands
vultures who want
to desist, which no longer move forward ...
Do we fear for the future? Are we
still trying to get out of that
swamp? Are we tired? ¿Go Wrong way
and we are lost in the dark? Do we want that life
put your end now? Why?
The pain can be enormous, profound sadness,
what happened unforgettable and
if everything changes? What if we suddenly find
helping others to leave the
swamp?
There is no bird that has flown all his
life on an oasis or a
spring ... No. .. All sit in a
moment desire not to follow.
All face major storms,
strong winds that rocked his life
whole.
All they ever feel stifled by having
fallen into wetlands ...
Yet even to shake their wings in their last
minutes with the hope of moving and above all to re-fly ...
We extend our wings we also ... We
hope, we concentrate on the life, look at the horizon and
revolve just head to say goodbye to all that
we lost our desire to keep flying into infinity.
GREETINGS, ANTOINETTE