It has things that we must make, things that we can leave to pass, things that we must discover, things that early or late we will discover and things for which we are not ready to know But when we will be? When we will be enough we ourselves to assume itself as such? what we know enough of us to advance in the candy blackout of tomorrow? Hank of emotions, here it is what many times we catch ourselves being Flashing of wills, here it is what it lives flashing in our minds and hearts. But and we, essentially we? We give a knot as to one ' ' gut in somos' ' we go down ourselves as that of one ' ' reverse speed laxante' ' effect? I unwind myself discovering me being what it thought that I am not? There of me with these as much ' ' DES cargas' ' of cognoscentes responsibilities So good it seems to be when we disconnect ourselves of the taking of the life and leave ourselves to be with the cool breeze of the adventure So bad when we league ourselves again and the world measures is igualzinho there What to make then? To be each moment of uncertainty? To be stiff or stiff euquanto I am? There to blow me of the dust of the life and to discover me which glass amber that with the time and the wind was forged? Sublimar me of the mist ' ' del' acqua interiori' ' to lard me in the subtle folds of the life? To be Being Everything and nothing? Between the everything and the nothing Difficult? It could not, if I am heated in the experience of my nuclear heat Yes, if of fugazes explosions not to reach me the Being Between Amor and Rome, what I could extract of so essential? What it has legacy the impetus to go beyond in itself exactly? When everything is swept by the storm of the emotions, surplus us what we are, aiming above of we ourselves through the eye that one that everything sees.. .