telepaths. I have some acquaintances @ s @ s that have made me understand what they should feel (if they exist of course) mutants living with Jean Grey and Professor Xavier. Its technical name is "Psychologists" (idem or students) and my first experience with "telepathic" was when a friend sends you one of my writings to basically give me your opinion. I was hablanco stone with her at the messenger when he began to shred the letter, explaining every resource he had written that had meaning and as much of everything we write has two meanings. One is the history that we have, with their bad and good, their actions ... And then there's another story, deeper and encrypted, you can only "read between the lines" and writes that our subconscious ...
Since each resource, as eg rain, going through each action-betrayal of a character, going through every detail, red-haired protagonist and ending with the construction of each sentence, using first person, past ...- is a detailed plan our inplanta subconscious-like codes that are so fashionable, in each of our writings. I say that this girl started (yes, I warned before that if he did, could change the perception of seeing some people, not to bad light. I told him to follow out of curiosity n_nU) to tell me the meanings of many things, including what I'm introverted in some things while I'm totally outgoing in others, I guess my favorite color (Red), I recited some of my hobbies, even my fears ... And the text was only 4 leaves.
Since then every time I write something I'm watching, and I reread it several times. It is incredible that we ourselves not able to decipher what our subconscious "traitor," he writes, without our consent, in each of our texts. That all views are natural portraits of our souls made without consent, curiously, by ourselves.
So here I am, thinking what kind of clues I'll be giving every comparison I write, after each subjective and every comma. And most of what really worries me how I see those who do understand these signs? How will my subconscious? It will be the quiet kid who dresses like me will be the deranged minds of all my ideas emerging "a mixture of both? If so, will battle like two opposing currents in the depths of a dark sea to emerge in the form of sentences?
Each one of us is a Pandora's box, strange, indescribable ... and unique.
