La verdad es que...

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Ya se que la verdad significa poco para aquellos que se rehúsan a verla,
pero y que de aquellos que disfrutamos de su gloria,
hemos nosotros de sufrir en silencio aferrados a esta verdad,
aquella que se parece mas bien a una causa perdida, 
mientras los demás disfrutan de la libertad que les da la ignorancia;
y que continúan sus vidas como si nunca hubieran formado parte de esto
aunque muy en el fondo de su ser les torture el remordimiento 
de ignorar lo que esta justo frente a sus ojos.

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  1. Yarimar UribeTuesday, January 15, 2013 10:11:00 AM

    Entonces, si la conciencia se les retuerce gracias a un remordimiento incansable que no les deja en paz, su ignoracia no es una libertad sino mas que una prision auto construida en la que mueren lentamente por el desden que dan a lo que enfrete tienen. Vive tu en tu verdad innegable que te permite ver la belleza real de las cosas que te rodean. Se feliz en tu mundo de virtudes. Ya ellos veran las cosas a traves de tus ojos, aunque sea una vez en la vida, y aunque sea solo por un momento.

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