Is not there any way out?
"Yes it is time and I wonder what I will tell you I do know that it is time, but if you ask me about him, then I will tell you I do not know which is the time" ... That was from San Agustin, of that elusive tormentor, many centuries ago ...
At the time, implacable old man, pale face in his paintings appears naked, covered only by a transparent veil that covers her head and the lower part of her body, few worship!
Love comes and goes, friendship increases or decreases, are created and recreated, money comes and goes, but time, that just goes and never comes back, never again ... It's always new and unique! ...
The God Cronus or Saturn, never had big fans in the old, stately and cultured Greece who was her mother, was a winged exemplifying the speed of time, carrying in one hand a sickle that was worshiped by farmers and peasants, and , in the other an hourglass next to it, signifying eternity, a snake biting its tail in a circular being.
We are born, we grow, we get together, we reproduce and die: Very few manage to transcend, much less trace of his passage through life. Feat reserved only for those who manage to overcome death becoming heroes transferring all time and eternity itself.
Heroic beings who dare to leave the ordinary context, everyday, vulgar and current which flying fish leave the ocean peaceful and sometimes furious, guardian of strange creatures, whose courageous acts are rewarded with transcendence and eternity. An eternity in which Saturn Queen, always from delays, old age and death, and everything that is obstruction, hindrance: Pro always everything deteriorates, rusts and becomes useless moth . That old Greek god symbolizes lead. The old Saturn, the old time! Side always dark and depressing, unattractive, very repulsive: Greater subordinator, the great disciplinarian. Their colors black and dark indigo; abysmal depth sidereal nuances which expands relentlessly into the depths that no one knows yet: Hoyo black connector with other dimensions that make the whole infinite universe, dark and light, hot and cold, bright and opaque, day and night, forever, loving, always: Yin and Yang and between them, the impassive ... And the exit, and escape? TIME PASSES IN OURSELVES AND IS LOCATED IN INDIVIDUAL RELATIVITY!
"Yes it is time and I wonder what I will tell you I do know that it is time, but if you ask me about him, then I will tell you I do not know which is the time" ... That was from San Agustin, of that elusive tormentor, many centuries ago ...
At the time, implacable old man, pale face in his paintings appears naked, covered only by a transparent veil that covers her head and the lower part of her body, few worship!
Love comes and goes, friendship increases or decreases, are created and recreated, money comes and goes, but time, that just goes and never comes back, never again ... It's always new and unique! ...
The God Cronus or Saturn, never had big fans in the old, stately and cultured Greece who was her mother, was a winged exemplifying the speed of time, carrying in one hand a sickle that was worshiped by farmers and peasants, and , in the other an hourglass next to it, signifying eternity, a snake biting its tail in a circular being.
We are born, we grow, we get together, we reproduce and die: Very few manage to transcend, much less trace of his passage through life. Feat reserved only for those who manage to overcome death becoming heroes transferring all time and eternity itself.
Heroic beings who dare to leave the ordinary context, everyday, vulgar and current which flying fish leave the ocean peaceful and sometimes furious, guardian of strange creatures, whose courageous acts are rewarded with transcendence and eternity. An eternity in which Saturn Queen, always from delays, old age and death, and everything that is obstruction, hindrance: Pro always everything deteriorates, rusts and becomes useless moth . That old Greek god symbolizes lead. The old Saturn, the old time! Side always dark and depressing, unattractive, very repulsive: Greater subordinator, the great disciplinarian. Their colors black and dark indigo; abysmal depth sidereal nuances which expands relentlessly into the depths that no one knows yet: Hoyo black connector with other dimensions that make the whole infinite universe, dark and light, hot and cold, bright and opaque, day and night, forever, loving, always: Yin and Yang and between them, the impassive ... And the exit, and escape? TIME PASSES IN OURSELVES AND IS LOCATED IN INDIVIDUAL RELATIVITY!
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