Monday, April 20, 2009

Poptropica How To Fly

L'amore corrode...

I I believe that we are made to love, to love others, to create, to make love in our hearts and our souls ... It can create an infinite amount, an amount that is incalculable, we can not measure, we can not quantify, we can not hold.

No, definitely we can not hold all the love that we can create ... our body is not made for this, it is done to create it, to give, to receive him, but to contain it. We could not even if we wanted, we are not made for this, and if we try, if we try to keep it inside, to repress, to capture as much as possible for ourselves ... we do nothing but evil.

We delude ourselves to be able to stay rather, it can trap us in this way be happy, so as to have an escort to the times when there is not just for us ...

But we are not made for this, we are not made to keep it inside us because if we try it corrodes from within. He multiplies, it enlarges, grows grows and fills us in all our part, grows without limit, and does not care if it hurts, though there may be in us ... he grows up and tries to leave, because nobody can capture the love, nobody can do his ... he is free, it is huge, he has no boundaries, they are part of us, but we are a part of him.

E 'keep it in vain, it is pointless crush e incatenarlo...io ci ho provato, e il mio corpo ne è uscito stremato, sconfitto... è inutile resistere ancora, non posso imprigionare l'Amore...

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