Algo para el fin de semana:

Ironically thinking about love becomes every day in a sad dream..vanish by reality.

I have been able to realize that it´s true.. because of what I fall in love is a stupid illusion that drags me to commit illogical actions that sometimes I never had imagined.
But it is so delicious.....inspiring , so poisonous.
To be in love blinds to you completely.
To be in love enlarge too much the human being
To be in love does not allow to think you with the head, does not understand reasons.

Life is likeable when you discover that is easy to play with it, nevertheless, knowing all its fruits, you ask yourself in certain point of the way: This makes me really happy? The one that responds yes, probably will be a man average that is used to a normal boring life.

The one that responds no, will be like I, completely crazy and outside reality. It is like it injects you energy to continue living on a completely opposed form or hypocritically in a society that does not belong to him, in a unknown country, under the mantle of the lie...

Who will be happier?
The one that lives its reality being satisfied and adapting to which they gave to him? or, to the crazy person who was told every day that he could not untie his shirt of force but he tries and tries?

Sometimes you get tired, sometimes you want to rest.
Sometimes you just want to lay down to that familiar scent near you.
Sometimes in silence and peacefully, you share everything...

It wanted to add something:
Thanks to God also that there is crazy people like me :)
Bottom line: THINK DIFFERENT