La vida está construida con un mazo de cartas que se van acomodando para formar un castillo. El problema es que mientras mas crece ese castillo, se vuelve mas vulnerable por la debilidad del material tan delgado y volatil.
Siempre lo he dicho, sin recuerdos no somos nada. Pero hay recuerdos que crean fuertes corrientes que amenazan con mover a nuestro castillo donde si no se tienen otros castillos cerca que ayuden a hacer frente a dicha corriente simplemente no podríamos seguir poniendo mas cartas encima.
Hoy cumplo 27 años y sigo siendo el "mismo niño dientón y travieso" que pensaba que la vida nunca iba a suceder y la sigo esperando mientras ésta me pasa por un enfrente.
Estoy agradecido con Dios por esta vida y por mis marcianos.
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Passed by the door to get to Heaven
Seven trumpets big and bright
You hear it coming in the middle of the night
A caution to the children, time to turn your crimson white
We've all got reservations
Trials will come suddenly and without explanation
But you were born with goodness
You were born with goodness wherever you go now
I'm right behind you
In the light of hope
I'll be beside you
On that dusty road
And if you get blind, well that's alright
Wicked winds blow with grace and might
Cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the stone
Break your word over me
Sinking in the quicksand
Break your word, don't you see?
You're breaking me down now
I'm right behind you
In the light of hope
I'll be beside you
On that dusty road
When no one expects you to deny
And no one accepts your reasons why
You cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the stone
No one expects you to deny
And no one accepts your reasons why
You cling to the ways of my name
When you touch the stone
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