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locacion sorong in wall berlin

Sprinkle twilight orange colors in the sky, among dark clouds that had wine on the ocean, and soft waves hit the coast. And on the wave of sit-retaining wall in pairs of teenagers who looked far into the western horizon. Rows of vendors meatballs, grilled fish and the other along the coast filled with lively colorful tents. Evening arrive in noisy vehicles passing on the street. And a mother was seen feeding a little boy whispered something. So that afternoon, I stood enjoying the panoramic city of Sorong evening life.

Deep in the middle of the ocean, imagining vaguely crocodile island and several other small islands. This is a piece of life among the vastness of the universe. And how small I am, just a grain of dust that does not mean anything in between. Look history that has run very long, what's that piece of our history susuri this? However, here, right on the edge of the town of Sorong berlin wall was, I saw the panorama of nature with myself. I was there. And I enjoy and think about it. Perhaps, in my solitude, I was amazed at the beauty of twilight colors in the sky which began to clamp themselves pondering stunt, but still felt that I focus in my existence right now.

Women who had been feeding the boy, I saw at the child and occasionally shouted at the sight of him scratching the ground. And the boy just nodded slowly but also not stop its activities. He kept digging, forming mounds of earth into a form that seemed foreign to me, and then smoothed it back. She was then just stared and occasionally banned but his words seemed to echo in the quiet amid the hubbub roar of the vehicle. Her calm seemed pretty enough, but the look-the look I saw filled her forehead wrinkles. And it seems she kept a restlessness in his mind. An unspoken anxiety into words.

Far out at sea, a small river craft seemed lonely waves oscillate. Some seagulls flew off the tail and the occasional one or two tails appear as if floating above the Big Dipper. World peace, as if taking a break after a struggle in the hot air and hot all day. Sorong town and started to clean up to a late night arrival. I absorb the mood without words. Without the desire to speak. And indeed, there are many things in life we live it, will not be explained only by words. There are many things that can only be lived and experienced. And impregnated. Beauty, loneliness, longing, tenderness always brings a sense of peace in the heart even for a moment. And that's quite a balancing all of our activities throughout the day to cross.

Time is ours. And when I realized that, I remember those who always felt the lack of time. For them, time is never enough. There was never enough time, not because they do not have the time, but because the feeling was never enough opportunities to continue to gain power-wealth-power continuous overshadow their lives. Time is ours. We do not belong to time. As owners, we are the ones who should regulate its use, and not manage our time. Occasionally, we deserve to stop. Eligible to enjoy our time. Feasible to look around us. Indeed, the late afternoon at the beach this Sorong, I watched the life go along with being alone. We are indeed as small as dust, but also the center of life. Without us, without our being, is not no life? And there was no time? Yes, there may remain alive and the time, but do not we'll never know, and know him?

Eve arrived. The sky slowly sank into darkness. And more are coming in to meet along this coast. They come in groups. Pairs or just a person himself. No one cares. Nothing prevented. Life is to be enjoyed. Left there to be lived. Best. And women with children had been long gone. Whether where, I do not know. Suddenly I felt how much we, yes we all, really only immigrants in this beautiful earth. We're all just visitors. What we have is the time. Time will escort us to the end. And as newcomers, we did not deserve to complain. Because in the end, we will all be home again. Back ........