The tumult of the heart There
are moments in life you perceive so much in you that you can not be
master. The inner conflict it moves as the hurricane that messes up the storm center of gravity in all certainty. A disproportionate number of souls, all part of you, you scream, we suggest, the only trouble is that each one expressing his disagreement with the other solutions. The chaos spreads through your veins, rage, seems to implode. You do not want, you can not afford. Would you feel lost if t'abbandonassi uncontrolled delirium of those waves. Bursts within you every possible delirium with a force, perhaps only equal to the Big-bang ... or create an explosion that wipes out all or everything. Outside you a glacial calm, emotion is oppressed, all locked up ... stifled cry. You are afraid, but at the same time know that the storm is the necessary path to reach the total beauty dell'arcobaeno. Metaphors, metaphors, and metaphors yet ... but you know what I say ... you know what that story. You know the times of suffering incu our little heart races wildly in search of a solution. Those moments when you ask, you long for the happy ending, if only for a few seconds. Tell yourself the solitude of the heart when your tears alone, without anyone who can really understand, cry in search of the rainbow. Each of us, I am sure, has tried at least once a feeling of the ground collapsing under their feet. All of us have struggled to make at least once, it could be holding in your hands that happy ending. If it is true I ask you, in the name of what you know, look around you: perhaps at this moment the storm is devouring someone you love smile and maybe your friend might bring some light into oblivion.
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