I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong. As the ussual this is me, leting it out...
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
solo un intento basta para saber que va suceder porque una mirada hablara mas que mil palabras.
y aunque lo nuestro sea imposible ..
me encanta pasar las horas junto a ti y no me importa que no te pueda ver ,te voy conociendo y eso es lo que importa ... ya que hay gente, que nunca llego a conocer aunque los pueda ver...
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adios shaula :P
I can relate..
you learn to only hold on to the happy moments forgetting about how impossible it all is!
=T
(me gusto mucho el post)
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