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Present
The melody sounds shy but happy,
the steps stop,
for the direct
sneezed beauty.
Now the chords
they do not stop smiling.
Innocent souls raise their hands.
with tireless hopes and illusions.
Absorb the moments in a wonderful way,
giving us great lessons
to these crazy adults, that sometimes, we forget
of the best gifts
It is called PRESENT.
the architects of our destiny
One afternoon a childless man caused the inappropriate,
it does not matter the time or place.
His only goal was to caress
a breath of fresh air.
He lay down on the wet grass.
looked up, I'm breathing
and where he never thought to find,
a smile dared new hopes.
There may be no set happy fees.
but if the architects of our destiny
why stop?
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The whisper of the clouds
to announce new arrivals.
The colors regain their simplicity
and keep shaping
the best stories:
your.
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There are many times when we walk without stopping the senses,
naive to know that when we do it is with our eyes closed.
And it is worth opening them, because ALWAYS, no matter what happens,
there is this storm of colors between grayish tones
which gives us back hope.
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