Let the soldiers and astronauts are always sure to come back ...
You are suddenly much carried away and sailed far away from the coast. Then you turn around and look at the coast. The coast is not such as when you was on it. There's people sunbathe, swim near the shore, sailing boats, noisy music, full of inscriptions on the stalls, buildings ... The coast was another world-the world from the outside world without you ...
And if you find yourself in a hostile environment. Everywhere the water and waves, not to rely on, and need other energy costs to maintain the functionality of the body. The whole body is suddenly pierced by anguish. Longing for the simple and ordinary things that you did not notice when he was on the shore. Longing for the ordinary people who surround you on the shore ...
You have amassed air into the lungs, is horizontal and you fight fear works efficiently and toes ... Proper breathing nourishes blood, calms the nerves ... You detach them another world and return to shore ... Relate to the solid surface of the foot, relatives and friends.
You go ashore with you dripping, engorged muscles, rapid heart rate ... The atmosphere around this as if nothing had happened ... Only you know what happened. You turn around in the sea ... You look at the sea distance, just returned from. And going back to his wife and son. With them everything is all right, all is well, life goes on.
But sometimes you think back to the memory of those moments when contemplating the world from the outside and seemed to be struck off from it in case of force majeure.
My friends! Just ten minutes ago I went out to smoke in the entrance of the house. In the window I saw the full moon. She's so bright, she is spherical, space-based. I presented the American astronauts on the moon when they landed. I would like to see them now, and the naked eye.
So far there was a man so far from the home planet of the human heart beat. People. What is hiding in the man inside. Outside, he too is vulnerable, put in too narrow habitat. But inside there is something that moves and moves the person forward. Even there, where he had planned
Is the average age of death and is also implicated in the development and nurturing of civilization? Oh, you, death! There comes a time of accelerated change. What is the flywheel's already gained momentum and cleans civilization grinds and polishes.
And if you find yourself in a hostile environment. Everywhere the water and waves, not to rely on, and need other energy costs to maintain the functionality of the body. The whole body is suddenly pierced by anguish. Longing for the simple and ordinary things that you did not notice when he was on the shore. Longing for the ordinary people who surround you on the shore ...
You have amassed air into the lungs, is horizontal and you fight fear works efficiently and toes ... Proper breathing nourishes blood, calms the nerves ... You detach them another world and return to shore ... Relate to the solid surface of the foot, relatives and friends.
You go ashore with you dripping, engorged muscles, rapid heart rate ... The atmosphere around this as if nothing had happened ... Only you know what happened. You turn around in the sea ... You look at the sea distance, just returned from. And going back to his wife and son. With them everything is all right, all is well, life goes on.
But sometimes you think back to the memory of those moments when contemplating the world from the outside and seemed to be struck off from it in case of force majeure.
My friends! Just ten minutes ago I went out to smoke in the entrance of the house. In the window I saw the full moon. She's so bright, she is spherical, space-based. I presented the American astronauts on the moon when they landed. I would like to see them now, and the naked eye.
So far there was a man so far from the home planet of the human heart beat. People. What is hiding in the man inside. Outside, he too is vulnerable, put in too narrow habitat. But inside there is something that moves and moves the person forward. Even there, where he had planned
Is the average age of death and is also implicated in the development and nurturing of civilization? Oh, you, death! There comes a time of accelerated change. What is the flywheel's already gained momentum and cleans civilization grinds and polishes.
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