Salt purifies. I do not know exactly what he meant the person who said that. In this corner of the planet have heard for decades that when one is "salty" is that it is unlucky, and that's when the thing that "purified salt" loses some meaning. However, in order not to spoil the idea that genius, if you say that purified salt, sea then is the best choice for purification.
Yeah, well, I'm sea-mountain-and even some of my thoughts were more pure than water from a coconut.
Sitting on the beach watching my daughter trying to seriously make a sand castle and watching as this country's culture bikini is something that is not understood, I cleared a little traffic to my brain and finally After many days, held that some of my ideas are more clear than before.
The sea has an impact on human beings: at dawn, captivates you, the TARDEC transports you, and at night, and hypnotize you during the day you enjoy. Sure, sometimes it becomes scary. So I always preferred the sea to sea, so the poetic and stuff.
was thinking about shit on all the crap we pour into the sea every day, without rest. I'm here again in this bitch pool of shit!
"I've never screwed up in the sea," said my grandmother. Those who heard him laugh, more eloquent than words. "Of course, you shit in the sea," he said. "Every day, shit, shit and what comes into the sea," he said. No river. Maybe I'm not very eloquent.
My grandmother fought its shit as he could. "Well," he said. "I shit, but not directly on the sea. When it's filth and is dissolved and mixed."
Shit.
My daughter then asked, "Daddy, where do they get the salt?. And I said," The Sea ". Then, with no intention of seeking a clean new theorem astral or philosophical, I realized that the sea was purifying some of my ideas. The latest. Leave the sand these crocs make me feel like bohemian doctor and went for a swim in the sea that receives daily from around the world shit and is always giving us a landscape, a song, a smile and salt ...
So there, beaten by the waves, I thought of all the times I've thrown shit to change things and I have given salt.
The world changed as much or little appreciate. Those who arrive late, always late. Those who arrive before, always come first. Those who are never, never were and those will never go, even when they are not. We always choose a path, and what we choose to accept it or not we change it, according to our possibilities. And this has nothing to do with it the glass half full or half empty , no. It has to do with it that we do not notice anything because they never pay attention to the essential, the important thing. My
daughter did not finish his castle in the sand but he decided to write my name on it ... I hope that the rain had been erased before anyone trample it, and if not, I have nothing to blame anyone ...
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