The walk is long. For some is shorter. Sometimes is harder. But for others is easier. We are walkers who wonder...we walk together. Sometimes we are alone...sometimes we join someone. We talk to each other, we share our dreams, our thoughts, our hopes...sometimes we listen, sometimes we don't...sometimes we care and sometimes we don't...but we should care. Somehow we should.
You see, life is too short, the sun heats up, the winter is cold, spring and fall go by to soon, and it is with our friends where we found the joy, the love and support to keep walking.
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Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan... -
I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
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se me antoja que la vida es como ellas... pasajera e incierta que nos depara esa nube gris que se acerca lentamente en la distancia? traera ...
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