250 kilometers away

In the spring of life, most things sulphurize a vitality that is not controlled by any will, the forms exceed reasoning, the desires fly and the impulses are on the surface, they exist so that the organism experiences a sensation of excess, a cluster of energies that overflow by the impulse of existence and the power of the energy just created in man.

After noon of youth one focuses the forces in the direction of a line, an objective that represents the victory justified by the result, by the place in the competition and by the feelings that come from success against those of failure. In any field, the young man wants to be the first, but career and love are where this goal is most focused.

The man who returns home and feels happy, the individual who manages to achieve his goal and feels the happiness among happiness, the men who in the end find what they have sought for a long time, receive the grace to give and receive, are givers of effort and dedication, it is an emotion that is shared among those around, between oneself and the other.

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A 250 kilómetros

En la primavera de la vida la mayoría de las cosas sulfuran una vitalidad que no es controlada por ninguna voluntad, las formas sobrepasan al raciocinio, las ganas vuelan y los impulsos están a flor de piel, existen para que el organismo experimente una sensación de exceso, un cúmulo de energías que se desbordan por el impulso de la existencia y el poder de la energía recién creada en el hombre.

Pasado el medio día de la juventud uno enfoca las fuerzas en dirección de una línea, un objetivo que representa la victoria justificada por el resultado, por el lugar en la competencia y por las sensaciones que provienen del éxito contra las del fracaso. En cualquier rubro el joven quiere ser el primero, pero en la carrera y en el amor es donde más se centra ese fin.

El hombre que vuelve a casa y se percibe dichoso, el individuo que consigue alcanzar su meta y siente la dicha entre la felicidad, los hombres que al final encuentran lo que durante mucho tiempo buscaron, reciben la gracia de dar y recibir, son dadores de esfuerzo y una dedicación, es una emoción que se comparte entre el derredor, entre uno mismo y el otro.

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