When I wrote to the children that I would not have had the mine was a cry of despair, inadequacy, sterility inherent uncertain stand out and become a woman.
Today I know the luxury of the opportunity I wonder about the meaning of choice.
When you embark on a journey that is the only path that leads you to the end of the path and if it gets straight to the crossroads meet your destiny, logical consequence of your first step.
not matter where you arrive, is not where you wanted to go but consistency is a good company, the path is lit on the day to return. The determination
you discover with a virtue that makes no compromises. The strength of
have no choice because we do not contemplate.
Today I know that all roads have more than a crossroads, some roads are impassable, others seem more comfortable and attractive and the feeling that accompanies us when we encounter is the desire to escape their fate. Why
journey's end there will be no lights, no desperate cries, nor the fatigue of their choices.
Then you learn what it means nostalgia.
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