Our life in the world was granted to build us eternally a melody wonderful. However, monsters that destroyed everything that we got up, appeared and nor a love string wants to leave us. Soon, of our future and of the humanity they won't remain more birthdays.
The times change, us no. I believe that we stayed obstinately same.
I believe that we didn't like plants but of the flowers that they give us. It is as the people that we just looked at them externally, but however in her interior they have countless perfumed celestial gardens of intense love, that we still didn't discover.
The fundamental difference that it exists among the human beings is the following: some healthy one very persevering and convicts of their aspirations that drive them for the victory. Others live in the shadow, betraying and destroying the lot of work that the persevering ones do. Her order word is the uselessness.
It is with immense bitterness that I see ours live as a river that dried, to disappear. They want to dry off our desires and to steal us our hope. The one that remains is we reinforce him more and more the love, that invincible weapon that everything expires and it convinces.
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