For every tear
I have cried
A new rose
Have grow
A new smile
Have adorn
The garden of life
So don't feel sorrow
Don't feel sad
If every tear
Hurted my heart
It was just
A small price
To pay for my laughs...
Joy is coming
After the storm...
The Cycle
Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop. Finish and close all cycles and start new o...
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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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