"The only, true, the single trip is to change the look."
Marcel Proust.
11 Chapter 6 September ... ... Here we are six years after the day the twins arrogant slumped following the merciful and kisses monstrous terrorist in search of immortality ... But when is there really? What really sait'on facts and effects? We know from the newspapers where choke other ailments. Is this really the terrorists responsible for the collapse of the towers of money? Is that man has really landed on the moon and put her small apple? Climate change is there a scientific reality? The mobile phone you it is dangerous for our Bocale ? So many details that are drowning in misinformation. We left? Information docile licked by censorship so vile!
September 11th ... 6 years of expatriation ... Also on this beautiful stone, upside down you, in this place where the sun is king, where nature sings its finest gilding, where the war Only the memories of yesterday, the freezing cold is absent as the holy grail, hunger is not an end ... Always in quest of conquest in search of a truth that seems always full of sensitivity. This year, I threw myself into understanding the meaning of the ego and its evils. The ego that surrounds us for his lies, and we absorb like a sponge. The ego that drives us to become presidents forgetting the public distress, the ego that we stole the film of innocence that we promised our children. Ego enemy of love, ego laughable vulture ... We fight, we love it, and in our failures we see his true nature, a beautiful bastard! It is time to regain his Innocence to finally illuminate our common sense. Let our personal history, undress us from our burdens and hail will cheerfully to meet life where only love caresses our envy.
Here to finish a full text of sensitivity that trace a path on my truth:
Your truth
To varying degrees we are all blind,
Guided by blind ,
Who guide the blind. And why a blind
Could it lead to another?
Until one day, as the true blind
We realize with amazement
That you can move alone, guided by his inner light,
And teachers and teachings are simple data point
As the sounds of the outside world.
Do not believe what I say.
Do not dismiss what I say.
What will be your truth.
Buddha
Pending you again, I continue my way to Hope, and I hope you create a beautiful life to you all, family and friends.
Franck
"Knowing that no day is like another, and each morning
has its special miracle,
his magic moment, where old world
collapse and new stars appear. "
Paulo Coelho
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