What happens is that when one dies .. everything changes.
When one leaves this life, you tend to create dynamic bizarre.
is noted as the person was blessed to be touched .. who knows what mysterious hand, and with strange powers.
The skin is stretched lips .. finally lie down on the sides of the cheeks .. eyes tightly closed, give the impression that they can suddenly open up to watch ..
The housing land in the world that we call body postures .. and made you forget.
They forget the movement .. .. shooting the expansion of the rib cage .. you forget your toes, now wrapped in socks, preferably dark.
death, disappearance, or the passing .. as you call it, is absolutely the most painful separation that exists within the human emotional level. There is talk of development, of progress, deadlines to be met. However, it can take months, years, seasons, cold as ice and sweltering summers .. but nothing and no party seeks to assuage the torment of those who remain.
When death is sought by the same person .. then a succession of "if .."
If I had called that morning .. if she went to His first home ... if he had been closer .. IF .. IF ...
The point is that it happens. Inevitably happens. And anyone can do really anything.
E 'which makes the impotence angry and aggregates. This does not do anything that scares the soul, but above his head.
face of death return all children. And watching them lying on a small wooden boxes, we fear no one will take us out of there once touched the round.
But you forget. They forget that once we were lying .. other material, of course, in other dimensions, of course.
But we were lying anyway. I think mainly those who choose to leave in a minute has gone by the immense longing to return to try that feeling.
distension of every small piece of skin .. heart and soul. Just a moment before coming to light .. and being cradled by his mother's arms.
Nothing could scare us. And 'the fear that is going back. And everyone chooses the way to do it. That's all.
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