Some Time Back
Some time back It does some time back, fell in my hands a book that compared between lines the life with a trip in train. Nonmemory the book title, either its author, but its reading made me reflect on my own life and the one of my close friends. That it was an extremely interesting, full reading of memories and fine feelings. After meditating much envelope which had read, I interpreted that one same thing that had taken between lines, that the life is not more than a trip in train, filled with entrances and slopes, splashed sometimes of accidents with different results, slight times and other serious ones, with pleasant surprises in some stations, and deep sadnesses in others. When being born, we rose the train and we were with some people who we think that always they will be with us in that trip, we identified and them like our parents.
Lamentably the truth is another one, are not always with us. But there are other people to whom the same throughout the route will happen. They will lower in some station leaving us orphaned of its affection, friendship and its irreplaceable company. However, that feeling of fleeting impotence does not prevent that other people rise who will be to us very special throughout another part of the passage. They could be our wonderful brothers, friendly and those loves that appear to fill a special hollow in our heart and to fill it of extraordinary feelings. Of the people who take that train, there will be also those do it like a simple stroll, whereas others will find the sense of the life during the trip And there will be others, anonymously and circulating around the train, they will be always ready in helping to needs that it without requesting nothing in return.