The noise of the world, moments glide, like leaves falling in autumn emotions agony and stained in red, yellow, orange ... Many who pass rush on the sidewalk, and through their lives, do not stop even one second, listen to the ritual nature of falls in an unconscious state in which, over months, will be reborn with full strength, having a full harmony inoculated .

We have created thoughts, our words and actions a giant cobweb like an octopus which has a boundary between human beings, between November and spiritual values. Are never satisfied and can only to point fingers at others without looking on ourselves. Shout ugly commit immoral and illegal acts, for a fleeting happiness, but how many souls for our iniquities we do curse. And then lose power when misfortune comes an illusion that I had, cry in despair, but we deserve punishment ...

A great sense of pity for me include the unfortunate who are looking for light, still trying to come to shore, but are limited by the strong presence that keeps the current state of affairs. An inequitable social inequality and other remains, for all we have learned not to be, really, people. Nothing that we talk mature, spiritual maturity that until we have many light-years ...

Learn to love because the only beautiful thing that you can do it together!