What Does It Mean When Your Nose Tingles

Dedicado a todas las personas still have not stopped dreaming ...


was once a girl who could not mourn. He was never in tears and moments of grace when he was about to break into tears, he was a lump in the throat and so was silent, unable to show this simple human weakness.

From his mother he learned to mourn was the fate of selfish people, be given a shame to such an extent that could no longer restrain himself and began to sob disconsolately.

men had no right to mourn and in no way could afford this luxury because of the risk of passing on useless thin.

Who had the privilege of bursting into tears? Who were those that could be carried away by their impulses and emotions without fear of hysterical look like? It was not clear. But in the end were happy. And she? Philosophy does not give appropriate explanations.

was happy with what I had. His life was healthy in all respects except two defects that had trouble free. Think and dream. His two bad habits. A one worse. Did not really know which of those galled him more life. Seemed to be in close conjunction in a perpetual interaction so that could not exist without the other. Worse

was what the two claimed the fight. His thought was divided between common sense and illusion, or the romantic spirit that sometimes overflowed inside filling her wildest dreams ever come true. So living, balancing between two extremes.

was balanced in appearance like cold-blooded. But she knew herself well enough. Came moments when emotions overflowed, and if she was alone, silent hysterics suffered during which followed with bated breath and unable to mourn. Trying to do every time I passed something similar. I knew it was the only way to vent, to escape si misma y dejar de pensar sometiéndose al instinto. Pero en vano. El pensamiento siempre era más fuerte. No había escapatoria posible.

Con todo eso la vida no se paraba ni un segundo. El tiempo, su maestro más sabio, le mostró que la memoria del hombre es un mecanismo intachable. Está creado de tal modo que lo mejor se recuerda y lo peor, tarde o temprano, cae en el olvido con la ayuda de la esperanza y la paciencia. Y es la voluntad que nos da impulso a seguir adelante.

Aquí se acaba el cuento. La chica está sola en su habitación intentando entender las nuevas lecciones de la vida. Su corazón y el alma se ahogan en lágrimas, pero su cuerpo se resiste a llorar. En silencio.