It often seems that the whole conspiracy behind us, there are days that lie ahead terrible, full of events and delayed threatening, intractable pain in the ass, dizziness swirling, endless complications that arise from each other as the eternal cigarettes Yanez. We would like to disappear with a sudden able to teleport them to safety over all space-time barriers. Then it always happens. It always happens that things fit together with each other almost perfectly, solving chain. Failing to understand what happens is the first to deal with, being able to extract the first skein of yarn and pulling it slightly. Calmly, not angrily, without force, with attention. It all unfolds without clashing. It would be nice if those who understood him shake. And you remember what Kipling wrote in his poem If " ... If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs ...".
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