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Youth, passes, it disappears, it stays in the memories. But, if
Is, to test your creativity, is, to leave that creative energy flow,
We only have one life. There is no time to disregard the present.
Being a child is: Being like a feather, which a bird has lost, that rises in flight with the wind and changes direction
The present is lived At full speed! If, you are an active person, and you have family, you will understand me.
As the: burning flames of an ardent fire charm of a flower which opens in spring
Every friendship she begins, her society is more developed. Every class she takes, her education
Between auguries and omens, success is visible from a clearing horizon. Finally, after 47 years, I have my destiny
They can give me confinement They can demand silence from me They can tie my wings My soul will always be free
The course of life has ramifications Ramifications are fractals Like a tree
there is still harmony with nature… there is still silence at night; the sky is still clear and clean; the weather is seasonal; the sea rejoices its coasts and be…
my efforts are summed my achievements are accumulated my goals are met Day by day my dreams are fabricated
When I think of you: My heart widens and pumps more blood. My skin bristles and regulates the change of
WHEN I WAS A CHILD: I didn’t worry about the future I had my parents I lived in the present I played with my sister and my cou…