Being a child is: Being like a feather, which a bird has lost, that rises in flight with the wind and changes direction
They can give me confinement They can demand silence from me They can tie my wings My soul will always be free
we have to get out investigate explore in life there are twists and turns
It’s been years the ones we’ve been together A fantastic daughter A great piece of land Changes of blankets
My daughter is growing She grows and grows Her mind unfolds Her talents are harnessed She grows and grows
Between auguries and omens, success is visible from a clearing horizon. Finally, after 47 years, I have my destiny
My mind, recreates when I apply watercolour pigments over the paper.
In the white winter going out to the city snow covers almost everything causing landscapes to be purists
We meet it's a clear sunny day we sit on a bench under the cover of a leafy tree I look at you
Simplicity bestows beauty; Intellectual, sensory or a spiritual pleasure. Like the: Feather
activity, activity, activity skill, skill, skill your hands are capable and skilled amplitude, amplitude, amplitude
Love is like taking care of a plant If you take care of it, it will bloom If you neglect it,
SYNTHESIS: 1. Food 2. Love 3. Success 4. Rejoice
I love you because you are my girl We will eat together a pineapple I will feed you
Now, that I am a father, I understand how success in life is achieved. Success, begins to forge,