Nostalgic days come, yes, we are going to catch us all out of hand, with thought put into the care of women and men of the family who have preceded us, who are no longer here but still love us, illuminating our way. And Let us gifts. Each day upon waking I propose that we send each other our feelings of affection, although we do not know. The first and largest sense, that is for the girl, small and scared, all of us. In this way life is going together and in a section or other all break into tears. Nothing happens, let the tears streaming down our cheeks. Tears are holy hand, mitigate the pain, cleanse the heart and leave space for calm. If we have to mourn, weep, nothing happens. The bigger the llorera, lighter and feels happy soul. Another of the gifts you want to share the joy. Why not feel glimmers of happiness? What if we do not deserve? On the other hand, our sons, fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, grandparents, friends and siblings are happy and happiness is more complete if they sense our own. We will gather every day bits of love and when we have a large ball, wrap it in pretty paper, we put a big bow and gave it.
We will be all one, the forces that arise with that dress and comb to those faint. Those faint, which is no longer dress and comb it, maybe tomorrow, they'll force them to spoil.
We are not alone, really. On this planet that orbits the sun, in this infinite universe, the plan is perfect and everything, everything is possible. There is only one truth.
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