Waiting .... that word rich, unsustainable and captivating at the same time. I confess to some difficulty to accept it. You can enjoy the wait, like a plate of which slowly perceive the flavors? How many times a day waiting for? Wait for a tram, is expected to go up on the coffee in the morning. It is expected that those who love to come back soon .. Everything is basically a wait when all you seem torn and called into question. We can not wait to be passive ... even if sometimes it just wants to sleep as long as it reaches the event that both expect.
Still, there is a desire within us that, arm in arm with a thin and healthy indiscretion, tells us that we want to present ourselves with all this waiting. Intuition. What is it waiting for us in this is the greatest prize, what it's worth, because the fact of your sacrifice, your work, your loving patience. A dangerous curve, half-dark, rough, beyond which there is a landscape so much that your eyes have been trying to wear out.
Waiting .... How much violence can emerge in a wait, you realize how often bitterly of not being made for this time "firm" but pregnant. How often do we indulge in subtle accusations, claims to of accomplishment to those who can not give them to you. How many fists on the table, those in close, how jealousy toward someone who seems to have much life What you're waiting. Moods. Alterni.Altalenanti. That makes fun of you and which, by design, only a few times let the white paper. Thoughts. Desires. Impeti.Tutto encloses the wait. Everything. Although your desire to (not) do.
It 's a struggle. The wait is a match. A maximum weight of your umanità .E a novice full of great hope: life.
A match on prime time. Sold out. And when you think your legs might not hold a candle to the punches and do not always centers in the right place, you realize that there is an audience shouting, cheering, which has bet on this match until the last save.
And you realize that maybe you've already won.
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Waiting .... How much violence can emerge in a wait, you realize how often bitterly of not being made for this time "firm" but pregnant. How often do we indulge in subtle accusations, claims to of accomplishment to those who can not give them to you. How many fists on the table, those in close, how jealousy toward someone who seems to have much life What you're waiting. Moods. Alterni.Altalenanti. That makes fun of you and which, by design, only a few times let the white paper. Thoughts. Desires. Impeti.Tutto encloses the wait. Everything. Although your desire to (not) do.
It 's a struggle. The wait is a match. A maximum weight of your umanità .E a novice full of great hope: life.
A match on prime time. Sold out. And when you think your legs might not hold a candle to the punches and do not always centers in the right place, you realize that there is an audience shouting, cheering, which has bet on this match until the last save.
And you realize that maybe you've already won.
c.