There is a single story, a story where there is love for a moment to lose.
eternity, every moment is as long as life itself. For in it the Time is timeless.
There is a story that feeds on hope even when everything is against.
could be the story of anyone, they belong to every man, but now is my story that I talk to you ...
I ever read, I know that does not go here even by accident, but I talk to you because I have a heavy heart that will not let me sleep, which still makes me cry, which occasionally makes me sad and not makes me feel free.
I know that never goes out of water but no food keeps me from hope or perhaps the illusion that one day you will understand, and I'll understand that this burden that oppresses me become as light as a feather.
eternity time does not count, but in this life everything flows sometimes others are too fast, too slowly. I still do not explain why so many thoughts ...
know that "theme" I am presenting in the community?! The part that I am getting, is the "Tower of Babel!"
As always, at the beginning I did not understand why it happened to me just this ...
Now I can put it in my life. It is the confusion, misunderstanding among people. Because of their sin, they no longer know and understand no one speaks the language of his neighbor. They believe only their right reasons, so that it becomes synonymous with the other impediment, an obstacle to their freedom, weight for personal fulfillment.
After years in which we understood, we have accepted and respected each other despite the limits, now matter what I tried to say it would be misunderstood and interpreted differently, so to speak as if I were you, I too would understand what is different from your words, from your intentions ...
The issue ends with the tower of Babel, so I do not know what the continuous history of the people of Noah. But I can imagine. I believe that after a long period of testing, the Lord came among them to enlighten their minds and return to bring peace in the heart of every man, every woman ...
I hope in my heart turning absolute peace. Because life goes on and does not stop at nothing and after all the good that I'm getting, I wish I could blow out of my heart even this dust, these grains of sand that slow down the beats.
may ask too much, I received so much and yet not enough for me. But mine is not a lament, rather than a desire ...
I was misunderstood and many times I did not want to admit that it was understood, but now I just hope that I can not hear me, the only means I have to get to your ear and silence. I commend to silence my voice, you come alive ...
Even you have been misunderstood and many times you did not want to admit to being understood and certainly you hope in something completely different from mine.
But basically if you hope in God, we are not so distant in our intentions. I hope to be able to recognize God in this story. I hope that no misunderstanding could lead to more trouble, I hope to remember only the good that has united us, not the evil that divided us. I still hope to be forgiven and to be able to forgive completely.
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