At school we learned to solve mathematical equations. Arithmetic signs before our eyes opened inexperienced, and with effort and dedication, he acquired a method to give identity to the supplicant X did not know where to poor air was coming. The world is full of equations that float in the air, and every one of them materializes a lifetime. Our experiences accumulate in numbers to be added and subtracted enclosed in parentheses, multiply that by events and sometimes split. In between, a fragile X overwhelmed by so much mess. A question that is no solution. We know his identity in an initial draft, which is diluted with the first blow of reality. We may take as long as life find it and know who we are, because the clouds are changing shadow on the road and the equation becomes sometimes dark and unfathomable. I think this trip is our best trip and well worth living to be an X nourished by the love of us, launched the world and seeks, ultimately, end up knowing your identity. Let's do it between all before taking off the sky is over. Happy to meet you on the road.
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