President George 11m Radio Manual

One step after another, the vindante
along the way in his travels he meets the ghosts of his fears
the faces and sometimes lost, tumbling falls on the stones that
over time has left in its path.
The images, which reflects merciless mirror of life,
take him to the desire to get lost on roads pù easy.
Over time that the soul determines what appears easy
is lengthy and expensive, the energies are dispersed in a thousand rivulets
away the soul in the way of home.
The path back to the Father scares
little mind incapable of comprehending a plan that does not seem to belong.
The warrior takes the battle with himself, knows that the defeat
may be part of this game that you lose nell'infinto,
winning on themselves, as Francis said, "is perfect joy" there is always the possibility
stumble and fall, when the child learns to walk
often falls but gets up and resumes ready
the challenge with his legs, which will win the race.
Man too often gives up this challenge, too often affects
himself from being free to choose when
life events suggest the way,
always finds a way to justify losing the meaning of his journey
on the ground Mother Earth.
A mother who has always sought to educate his children,
even when those children lose all respect for him,
always follows the cycles of nature so that,
same to you and who takes it, to grow and evolve .
Every day is reborn with the help and light of Father Sun,
so too can man be the author himself,
reborn in the light of day, every day, every moment, the
no value time before now,
fled away, but as an anchor to allow it to keep us
linked to that bank which
never know the immense sea that bathes.

that everyone can be reborn from itself, from his mistakes,
by his fears, the constraints that he himself built,
that everyone can break down the wall that holds it closed
in that style garden, apparently nice, but taken prisoner.

The Sun began running again towards the apex of the splendor
that it's your choice with strength and determination to follow his twenty
daran under the sails of those who left the bank
to navigate the wonderful and infinite cosmic seas.


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