anger is ire anger is red it’s a moody

I would learn to play some musical instrument I would learn more languages I would seek to be an independent professional

In the white winter going out to the city snow covers almost everything causing landscapes to be purists

Every friendship she begins, her society is more developed. Every class she takes, her education

In the range of your feelings, I nest my life. In the rhythm of your hips, I dance until dawn. In the agility of your hands,

Now, that I am a father, I understand how success in life is achieved. Success, begins to forge,

My daughter is growing She grows and grows Her mind unfolds Her talents are harnessed She grows and grows

We belong, the one to the other Like: The pin and the thread The clock and the wrist The cloud and the thunder

When I think of you: My heart widens and pumps more blood. My skin bristles and regulates the change of

The present is lived At full speed! If, you are an active person, and you have family, you will understand me.

Let it flow: the energy the reason the wellness Let it live:

Hear Sight Smell Taste Touch

is superlative. There is no feeling comparable, to the love of a father. Definitely,

A beautiful landscape A bicycle tour A bouquet of flowers A cashmere sweater A children's choir