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the short

"Time is too slow for those who wait ... too fast for those who are afraid ... too long for those who mourn ... too short for those who celebrate. But ... for those who love ... time is eternity "

Most of the actions and feelings are within the framework of chronological time, one that can be counted in years, months, minutes. However, there is in us subjective time, which does not use any measure to calculate the past and may be negligible or eternal . Thus a couple of months can be an eternity, and decades pass in a blink.

This original song disc "Start and end of a green tomorrow , is one of the most accomplished and well known Pablo Milanes, great Cuban singer and one of the founders of La Nueva Trova Cubana.

remains that when someone leaves you can remain hidden for some time and finally disappear. However, others try to follow that path, only to discover that they are indelible. In the very conception of solitude , those memories are those that attempt to fill the short that person is not . Oblivion would be the right choice, but as I said Benedetti, oblivion is full memory.

And in that brief subjective space in which one is filled with hope, with a positive response to the not know whether he will . Breaking all the schemes of logic, it is expected that empty space inside imaginary see again bathed in the grace lost.

course, no perfect people, but the blood that flows from the heart to the head can pronounce otherwise, false. Accepting the imperfection of the other person, in contrast to the dream, gives rise to that in the event to fill that space, not return to empty.

that space, that brief space.

A hug to everyone! And live as if there were only a day to love!

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when you're not

Yes, cricket does not work. But the ant can not sing.

The decisions you make in certain situations could inculcate the immediate future and still distant. Each of the choices made in life have consequences further, with positive and negative flats.

This is a song of Lazcano Malo, disc "The last boy hero" .

not have to look far to find the path traced by the company more visible: Study, get a job, career to reach the top, get married, have children and die with a smile on his face. And not bad, always depending on parameters you l each have about your own happiness.

Everyone is born with a passion to something or is acquiring on the way, but it is fading with time until you decide to forget it and return to the convoy life generally accepted by the people. Proceeding passion and how to magnify it, it's usually loud laudable, but behind you draw a figure of l ittle dreamy and naive hoping to finally stop these delusions and to draw together the whole world: "I wrong, now returns to the line ". I choose madness.

When one is determined to live as the heart tell , has to work twice or more. must fight the specter of insecurity that this represents, distrust, laughter and jokes. However, what you get to build is unique, yours and nobody else ... the brow para edificar,grande o pequeño, su propio reino ...no para otros.

Como en la fábula, hay muchas hormigas y cigarras : amigos, familiares e incluso tal vez nosotros mismos. Cada una de ellas sigue un camino distinto, casi impuesto. A diferencia, siempre tendremos un camino alterno. Decidimos, decidamos.

Un abrazo a todos! Y vivan la vida a su propio ritmo y pisada!