Posted by: Nastjia
That abiss
that are your eyes,
digs inside me.
In the passing illusion
I observe your becoming.
My heart red with consumed tears
has stopped crying.
My mind drowned in the sea
in the froth of the waves loses
the last fragments of intimity.
Simply you're not here,
simply you're not around,
simply your path,
going farther away
detaches itself from mine...
I miss you.
you're inside me.
Written on monday april 23, 2012
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    Don't blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything
    Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted.
    Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself
    And the worth of starting to correct your character.
    The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes.
    Never complain of your loneliness or your luck.
    Face it with courage and accept it.
    Somehow, they are the result of your acts and
    It shows that you'll always win.
    Don't feel frustrated of your own failures, neither unload them to someone else.
    Accept yourself now or you'll go on justifying yourself like a child.
    Remember that any time is good to start
    And that no time is so good to give up.
    Don't forget that the cause of your present is your past,
    As the cause of your future will be your present.
    Learn from the brave, from the strong,
    From who doesn't accept situations
    From who will live in spite of everything.
    Think less of your problems and more of your work.
    Learn to arise from your pain,
    And to be greater than the greatest of your obstacles.
    Look at the mirror of yourself and you'll be free and strong
    And you'll stop being a puppet of circumstances.
    For you yourself are your destiny.
    Wake up and stare at the sun in the mornings and breathe the sun of dawn.
    You're part of the strength of your life now,
    Rise up, fight, walk, be sure and you'll win in life.
    Don't ever think of 'fate'
    For fate is the excuse of failures.
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      Posted by: Federico
      I dreamt I walked
      on the sea shore with the Lord
      watching on the screen of the sky
      all the days of my passed life.
      And for every spent day
      appeared two footprints in the sand:
      mine and those of the Lord.
      But in some parts I saw a single print,
      exactly in the days
      I considered the most difficult in my life.
      So I said: "Lord
      I chose to live with you
      and you promised me
      that you would've always been beside me.
      Why did you leave me alone
      in the hardest moments?"
      And he answered:
      " Son, you know I love you
      and that I never left you:
      the days in which
      there's a single print in the sand
      are those in which I took you in my arms".
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