At the end of the journey, in the beginning of life, to be born supposes for man a heap of emotions and experiences , a key moment of his existence, in which there is no waste , for the first time he feels, feels, you see, is from this moment, when he begins a relative long pilgrimage from that wonderful silver stele that is life, a world full of events, whose explanation is confused behind a veil of transparent appearance, but thick fog, only.
At the end of the journey, in the beginning of life, to be born supposes for man a heap of emotions and experiences , a key moment of his existence, in which there is no waste , for the first time he feels, feels, you see, is from this moment, when he begins a relative long pilgrimage from that wonderful silver stele that is life, a world full of events, whose explanation is confused behind a veil of transparent appearance, but thick fog, only