The transparent secret remains, of your own illusion made in creation.
The diverse formation of your imagination, is the image you give to your choice.
Of whom and of another one believes or feels crazy, when in each one there is another better or there is another worse.
The balance of life and death is in force, prevailing in the profile generated in a womb to be born, with the desire to carry a luminous and powerful sword.
In the fullness of your mind, there are sources of equal and different worlds, where you can or cannot choose between cords.
Each life and each death, is at the beginning and at the end of the plenitude of your mind, who is the mistress of the eminent.
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Author:
G.Cabús (
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- Category: Reflection
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Eminent no! Hopefully one day you’ll see that’s not what he is trying to be if not just free of this bonds and lies between the curtains of deception and he cries… cries every moment while withering away into oblivion….I’ll take u back to the beginning…
… where intermittently, there will be another ending to begin again…
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