Baby Rooms White Wood Paneling

Absurd

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In the first instance we are a foolish and ultimately nonsense. I do not know who have dealt with to create for ourselves, so helpless, so proud, so unprecedented, so curious.

However yet and yet we are a mystery that is always on the brink. The universe only knows to make fun of us, fanning herself with the screen of death as if it were a novelty. If you know that there exist no!

We are a nonsense because even so dive in faith, we seek the sky when the rain away and open our arms when disasters surround us.

We are a nonsense because we chose the sunset from the terrace and we get into the night without any requirement.

face here and there paradoxes invented words of madness, anxiety parentheses. And so it goes, barefoot, stepping stones, without the dent around us.

And meanwhile, moved the world sees us and follows us heart.

What nonsense.

Mario Benedetti

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