Look and view are different

When describing a landscape something of that description belongs to those who have described it, because the location where is the observer is special, as well as the words used to illustrate what has been observed. If the intentions of who describes are altruistic the words used will be similar to the truth of the scene observed and described, but they can never entirely explain it. If the intentions are selfish will be described only what suits at selfishness who is describing. The same thing happens when you do not describes a landscape but, in place of that, a truth will be in explained, with the difference that the landscape is there to be looked at by anyone who passes by that point, and also the truth is there, but the eyes are not enough to be able to understand.

The events are a measure of what we are and what we could be...

A life that has been lived without shocks,  comfortable and quiet, indicates that we was still too far from being able to improve a lot... but an exceedingly stormy existence suggests that we was too far from perfection...

Consequences of intelligence

At the intelligence does not like to declare his own intelligence because to do it would have the effect of conferring on the stupidity of others the ability to be able to recognize an intelligence without being in turn smart.

Subtraction undue

How much space and time the outer beauty of a person steals at the ability to ask questions that tend to dissolve the trick in which life disguises itself in order to be digested? And how much space and how long the outer ugliness steals to the chance of wondering how to go about discovering the true nature of existence, that reveals its true reasons to be?

A true moment

One moment, one moment full of the events that occur, flowing in a continuity that refuses to stop even when a child screams the numbers of the discontinuity, playing hide and seek with a life that, sooner or later, will find that child through the trail left by his weaknesses. An incredible moment that we call running time, hoping that it is not always there, wasting his time watching what we do to forget his gaze, continuous, present and hidden at the same way of the Truth.

What is the perfect freedom

Perfection is the thing that makes you refusing each act which could limit the freedom to make mistakes that you've given to your children, because you know that your perfection was achieved through the mistakes that you have repaired.

Alchemy of thought

When the urge to kill someone becomes large, such as sip fresh water in the middle of the Sahara desert, I imagine that victim be seriously injured and he is asking me for help, because knowing that I can't refuse him, I would save his life rather than take it away.

A horrible truth

Happiness seems to be unattainable because it can be approached only from the good people ...

Truth stolen

The truth that support the reality is cruel and sarcastic in showing all sides ridiculous that the falsehood can not hide. Whenever the evil puts itself inside clothes appropriate for the well appear a label that says where those clothes were stolen.