For some reason, I don´t know exactly why,
I like to write in english.
Please forgive me my foults in this language,
but these are very authentic faults,
I promise :o)
. under the surface of all words you will find me sometimes forgotten so me like you please forgive me beyond all words . embracing in beingness embracing beingness
If you could live two weeks of your life again, which ones would you choose? .
sitting with a dog...sometimes, by looking in each other eyes, a little wonder happens. Just beingness is here, looking through different eyes. Like the moment is dancing without moving a single paw. If I look deeply, I don´t see the dog in the dog...
Who are you before others tell you who you are Who are you before you think about who you are .
. under the surface of all words you will find me sometimes forgotten so me like you please forgive me beyond all words . embracing in beingness embracing beingness
If you could live two weeks of your life again, which ones would you choose? .
sitting with a dog...sometimes, by looking in each other eyes, a little wonder happens. Just beingness is here, looking through different eyes. Like the moment is dancing without moving a single paw. If I look deeply, I don´t see the dog in the dog any more. Innocent...
Who are you before others tell you who you are Who are you before you think about who you are .
. under the surface of all words you will find me sometimes forgotten so me like you please forgive me beyond all words . embracing in beingness embracing beingness
If you could live two weeks of your life again, which ones would you choose? .
sitting with a dog...sometimes, by looking in each other eyes, a little wonder happens. Just beingness is here, looking through different eyes. Like the moment is dancing without moving a single paw. If I look deeply, I don´t see the dog in the dog any more. Innocent...
Who are you before others tell you who you are Who are you before you think about who you are .