Reflections

Slowly, we are destroying the family. The reasons that before we came with the intention of starting a family, a home, and are not the same. The reasons that push us to live with another, leads to a distortion of values. The differences in the end, are unsustainable and will reach a high percentage of separation. Suffer the children not taking blame, must readjust to another status, another father and another family again. Let's take as long as our potential partner, let us not missteps. Samuel Levy Akinin

Not seek to blame, nor the reasons why not let our dream destination of misplaced love. It's not worth it, if it was you, if I was, if we have them. Remember those thousand kisses, caresses that feel as fresh as the moment that occurred. Savor the memories, the words they said, hugging that contained each of the illusions and before closing the door, open our hearts to not kill the dreams that were made for two. Samuel Levy Akinin

Do not ask why mourn I feel like when I look at our room and I can not find happiness. Yes, tell me I'm crazy, that for years I live alone and no one in it, I've never looked. Possibly are the illusions that are woven when the heart sad, for not giving up, watch a friendly face and makes us dream again. Okay, I'll shut up, I have no reason, but I remain convinced that if you're with me, I have every right to feel this pain. Samuel Levy Akinin

How to tie their lives? What makes two strangers swear eternal love? When do we feel that peace and love we desire is already ours? A kiss intense, full of thirst for love. A gaze that forces any intention. And a passion that can be developed with just the intention. When you love the surface, when you feel from a distance, when one is needed most, without measuring those who leave. We love without doubt the single glance. He loves life and all the enthusiasm

We can not forget when you've lived. You can not remove those beautiful grounds, which filled us with happiness in our memories are so vivid. And why do you have to forget the beautiful things we said, if they were stamped with life, with blood inflamed with the fire of the lips with the warmth of love. May no longer be in place, perhaps they have gone forever. What is also true that nobody can ever make us forget what has been lived. Akinin