the end arrive at the end of this climbing and maybe it will finally come to an end. My hands are tired and sore, then they will have deserved rest .. Looking back the risk of losing in a vacuum, I can not lift his head enough to see the top .. the only thing I can do is go .. How far we've already traveled? And 'How shall I do now? I'm tired too tired, would be so easy to let go and not think of anything more ...... 
I have the strong feeling that everything we do and we try every day, we increasingly removed from our stubborn quest for inner peace. All this frantic motion unstoppable, bringing distracts us away, like a navigation system gone mad .. It happens to me, as to each of you to have glimmers of lucidity, as we are transported by the events of life. That's one of those moments when our attention is fixed on the target, we feel the essence of life, it happens in an unexpected moment as we watch the miraculous spectacle of nature, or as we look a child playing. That intense feeling ......... I discovered with pleasure that a dear friend unexpectedly following me here in my virtual diary. This post is dedicated to everyone but especially to you Clare, George and Frederick Hug me strong .. 
Each of us is, in truth, an image of the Great Gull, an infinite idea of \u200b\u200bfreedom without limits. * Get to heaven, then, when you've reached the perfect speed. This does not mean one thousand mph, not a million miles, nor does it mean to fly at the speed of light. Because any number, you see, is a limit, and perfection has no limits. Perfect speed, my son, it just means being there, being there. 
I dusted off my old post (maybe the best) to dedicate it to all of you ... especially to someone that does not attend our longer blog, but to whom I owe my knowledge vs ...... I would wake up one morning so quickly from being able to catch the tail of my dreams and then ride them for the rest of my life ... I would wake up one morning and find the reset button and reboot when I'm in block ... I know many things ... But one morning, I woke up, and I found many friends behind the monitor of my pc ... if this is not luck, then I caught a dream ..... ! 
I'm planning to close, definitely my virtual diary ... been neglected for too long .. Several friends have gone to leave a comment of your parcel ... but perhaps the time is over, and gone the desire to express their emotions. my blog seems what's left after a great concert, a few empty bottle here and there and a lot of nostalgia .. Whatever my decision, I greet and hug all those who were close to me in my virtual path. Vs. SHI 
