O subconsciente a raciocinar (...)

I received from the author of this content you read below, that I will transcribe and referred to the text he developed, but hoped he could turn out to disprove something for discussion and have a conversation about it. As I said and waited some time has passed and no response, which led me to bring back the issue for him exposed, and my Opinion I left suspended to pursue a pleasant and healthy discussion.
What is referred to the MAM Author AURIC, has a linear view of the subject matter under the heading "The train of life", a reading and a brief diagnosis to any reader acquainted with the matter that exposes.
My hand went "further" and then to wait as I mentioned, something contradictory, or a response to entangle our beliefs and harmonize them bringing a fruitful discussion for both sides in this case, mine and his with expectations over the provisions submitted on the subject. So I do not intend here close the subject, but since there is no answer, yet make an addition about it another time. It should be noted that by establishing this bridge could come to a common denominator, (I mean the understanding itself) with the obvious constraints of perception of each.
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The Train of Life

Life is no more than a train journey, full of departures and arrivals, dotted with accidents, pleasant surprises in some stations and deep sadness in others. At birth, we go up to the train and met with some people who believe that will always be with us on this trip. Unfortunately, the truth is another. They will come out at some station, leaving us without your affection, friendship and its irreplaceable company. Nevertheless, nothing prevents entering other people who will be very special for us. Many, when they come down from the train, leave a permanent longing, others go so unnoticed that not notice that vacated the place. Sometimes it is curious to note that some passengers, we hold very dear, are installed in other carriages, different from ours. So we have to make them separate path, and sadly, no longer can we sit by his side, as will be someone else to take the place. What matters, the journey is made this way, full of challenges, dreams, fantasies, waits and goodbyes ... but never returns. So do this trip as best as possible and let us to relate well with all passengers, looking at each one, the best of them. In the end, the great mystery is that we will never know what season we go out or, let alone, where our comrades will come, not even the one who is sitting next to us. I'm wondering if, when you get off the train, feel nostalgia .. I think so.
Separate me from some friends who made the trip, it will be painful.
But grab me to hope that at some point I will reach the main station and will have the thrill of seeing them arrive with a luggage that they had when they embarked. Let's make our stay on this train is quiet and it has been worth it. Let us so that when the time comes to land, our empty space let nostalgia and some beautiful memories for all who continue the journey.
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.Are issues like this that I just read to me and is permanently in the subconscious meditating and conjectural reflections, after all life is a train ride or any other (...) we get closer to a goal to go down and continue our route because the trip is not limited, there is another dimension, a passage metamorphosis that each of us has to do.
This is the mystery of life and all its complexity that makes up what we mortals in this time while operating the metamorphosis, to be immortal after this passage. This is how we have the concept of life and interpelo me incessantly. It puts the question is as good a living? !!!, Live a life each of us with their successes and failures, how many "things" done and left undone and these yes, bring us nostalgia, resentment , sorrows, anxieties, finally, failures, because they were within reach and do not do, cause the failure that we remember and give us a little sick. Therefore, it is within the life that is irreversible paths to which we are proud of them, they brought us the way, the direction in which some of us still remains in it, whether professional, loving, or family, and also of friendship, I refer me a pure friendship without constraints and these already occupy a place that we highlight, for simplicity, description, consistency, compression, so many attributes for the benefit of this relationship that is worth living in ... so life is this symbiosis of love and suffering, where hatred is overcome by love. (António Cardoso)