Javier Circus. In the belly of the whale (№ 375908)

It seems to me that a man is never given until the end find out yourself. The reason for this is probably not too complicated. We believe that we are only one person, but we are many: at least in the us continue to exist all those who we were before. The past lives in the present; rather, only a pretext, even the most insignificant or trivial that it bloomed again: that we again become what we were.