Sometimes I imagine that as a big tree, my feet go so strong and deep roots that reach the center of the Earth. They keep me upright when it's storming and I feed on the sap that gives life to all that blooms. So either subject, I feel safe as a baby in his mother's arms. If I mourn, I cry, because life rocks me, hold me and I join countless hearts. When I feel confident and loved me away from the hustle of everyday life and let me lick my wounds ... and I remember. I have lived times painful, indelible, so mine are like the air I breathe. But when I count the 53 years, I can only thank the love I have received. Without each one of the people who have crossed my path would not be what I am, and had walked the walked. All have offered me gifts, though some, at first viewed them as enemies. How much it costs us to see beyond prejudices, appearances, tags! I was born and the inflexibility inflexible that I won the whole piece is these people have cost me so much. Now I can look them in the eyes with love because I know they are and have been my real teachers. The same thing happens with adversity. Without them and, above all, without the rap, unbearable, terrible death that gave me my son had not discovered in me the courage and strength love. During these 12 years, after getting nothing, sunken and bare have been re-building my life and I can assure you it is possible to look forward to a new day, but sometimes, like today, I feel sad. For my sadness is sweet, lick the wound is pink, has nothing to do with the desperation of the early stages. It is worth to go ahead because I know that joy is part of me is in each one of us.
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