El vuelo de un gorrión

El vuelo de un gorrión

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La mente es como el cielo, es infinito. De vez en cuando hay gaviotas que salen de su nido, traen pensamientos negativos, y causan lluvias. Lluvias que, aunque nacen aparentemente de los ojos, son causadas realmente por esas gaviotas que pican las nubes llenas de pensamientos y recuerdos. El tiempo trae las lluvias, es inevitable, pero no incontrolable, solo la persona propietaria de este cielo puede determinar el tiempo que durará la tormenta. El sol es la respuesta, es una caja que solo se puede abrir con un acertijo que solo algunos saben resolver. Esta caja contiene otro tipo de aves, estas son buenas, reparan los daños de las gaviotas. Consiguen tapar la entrada de más pensamientos inútiles, como los que dicen que tener la cabeza llena de pájaros es malo... La próxima vez que uno de estos pensamientos intente entrar, los pájaros contestarán por ti diciendo: "Todos tenemos pájaros en la cabeza, pero no todos saben liberar los adecuados"
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