No sé explicar cómo podemos emocionarnos, una y otra vez, de cada amanecer y atardecer que vemos a diario. Tampoco sé decir el porqué nos maravillamos al ver a una hermosa flor en medio de tantas hojas. Ni siquiera sé realmente si hay vida más allá del sol, o más allá de las estrellas. Tanto las cosas pequeñas as the big things fill us with emotion, but I do not know why. I do not know why feelings occur, those that make us unique and, in turn, part of the whole. There are moments that we enjoy themselves, and others with someone. I can not explain why, in spite of the great disappointments of life, we keep falling in love.
is one of the thousands of mysteries that we have in our lives. We can not say why we fall in love with one person, although they do not know of our existence. Although we try to deny it in ourselves we know that love will never stop completely, or for good or for bad. The evening ends with the dark flowers fade fast, the stars change position and hide the light of day. But love will not leave. Remains steadfast and stubborn in the back of our minds, unencumbered by what they tell you why. It just depends on yourself to decide whether to follow reason or the heart. It's nice to dream, but sometimes you have to return to reality.
I can not explain why there are days I prefer to dream, though my dreams become nightmares. It will be because I can control, which is not true to reality. And so we continue on this long road called life, emotion without reason, love without any reason ... and dying slowly in the hope of finding a beautiful place or dissolve in the quiet and Nothing quiet.
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