This blog was born to tell a story. He was born to tell a love that avevoavoglia to be known. He was born of the need to tell and share with the world what was happening to two people in love.
But in time all this has been diminishing. A fable, as such, you know, has a beginning and an end. A course we would say today, and like a river, this course can be simple, tortuous, insidious and disruptive. And during her journey meets different realities, colorful pictures of a nature that he hoped to meet, so he dreamed, but still knew nn from the source. But all is not so simple, the water of a river has enormous strength, capable of crossing many obstacles and seep into the ground just to reach his goal: the sea.
But sometimes this desire to get there is not enough and the water is no longer able to complete his journey and left them .. .. blocked by who knows what other forces of nature, unable to reach the sea, his dream, his love.
So is love, big plans, big dreams, great experiences, but sometimes you stand between us much larger items, nn that we can fight and we should stop.
understand, such as water, our sea, our dream is too far away, half to be abandoned now, unreachable. And we stand there, Chet, swinging, stagnant yes, in an unreal reality .. without a destiny, without a reason why it is worthwhile to continue to move and run down our sea .. no .. and perhaps, at that time, we would have never been there ..
