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Successes and failures, positive and negative experiences, experiences pleasant and unfortunate. Nothing unusual, we all thought of something more or less similar. This is why it struck me, and I must say he almost scared, the thought crossed my mind when the train he was riding left the station of Pisa for Florence. Slow start to the row of cars made them feel the power of the engine speed and anticipated it would reach the convoy through the colossus that pulled us. In the slow passing that only takes the opening minutes, we witness the sad landscape, ugly and gloomy on the outskirts of the train. It does you’re in Barcelona, Rome, London or Seville.

Dozens of machines, like giant crabs rusty metal, why not wait, knotted together, or maybe in order? Do you expect the day of scrapping? Or wait for the shift? Studs rusty iron and wood are scattered between straw mulch. The buildings which adjoin the roads are poor, nasty, a blackish, sooty coal as with clothes hanging dripping indifference and contempt. This landscape unit at the time of the game, wakes up feeling melancholy and sometimes sad. I do not remember even once that starting a train journey has felt euphoria, or at least an energetic joy. Based on those gloomy cloud that envelops the beginning of every trip and still the mind occupied with thoughts indeterminate, I came all of a sudden the question: how many friends I have? As I was startled, but not the question but the answer. With one hand, and there are plenty enough to count fingers. However, the shock came when I thought about it and I realized the meaning of the friends I have. How many friends do you have? Two, three, four? There are few. You start from scratch. You can be very satisfied.

Everything that man thinks, imagines or dreams of himself is deflected by the evil that turned his heart, When God restores, forgives and justifies the man, he revives a dead tree that comes to life, but there are branches that grow before and more than others, their shadows depend on that green flesh and how close to the light branches. Some men are like peaches, aromatic, soft and sweet, because as trees, land taken from such sales, so much water and are so far from their peers; Thus, while many peaches on a branch (high , ugly, good, bad), only one is the fruit: peaches. Robotics expert shines more light on the discussion. And that is the miracle, that water is the spirit becomes peaches (the fruit), but all men are different and yields each in his own time and according to their leaf and fruit, some absorb more nitrate some more sun, some more water and produce peaches, plums, apricots, but the water, sun and earth are the same. The tree is the image of the mill of God and you are all perfect image of that mill is the Christ and are here for what they believed, not what they understood. The fruit of the wise is sweeter, but more painful. None of you understand what God means, but you all did the will of God by allowing the Spirit to produce fruit in you (obedience) and the fruit is tested for its taste.

All eat the good fruit but no one knows how it grows, no one eats clothing or institutions or papers they have left … .. just follow the road is narrow, long and continuous movement and change is there will always be something that grows. Trees should only seek the sun and grow in its light but they do not understand.