Life is made of steps and stretches that have to happen, but we do not want to walk and our feet are stationary, the time passes over us. The roads change of scenery, pass the stations, leaving the colors of death and life, but ocultos.Todo trails change despite our desires, their law is implacable and immovable.
Although we hurts the soul and clenched his teeth to try to cheat destiny, everything is on process. The train of life pass and wait for no man, leaving point at the right time, at the right time, with the march of time they touch. If no time will go up and stay with your loneliness on the platforms of the forgotten.
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