Being a child is: Being like a feather, which a bird has lost, that rises in flight with the wind and changes direction
We belong, the one to the other Like: The pin and the thread The clock and the wrist The cloud and the thunder
The end of the year is approaching The planetary elliptical it is closing Christmas is coming and the new year too
If happiness would be administered with a pill. If hope were held by a thread. If love
It’s time to mourn, for the people deceased in war combat
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…
Dear mother I hope this day you are happy I hope you are healthy for much longer So you can
They can give me confinement They can demand silence from me They can tie my wings My soul will always be free
When you pass the forties The body begins to decline; and stops being at its fullest With the body in decline the emotions and the mind
Life life is going like water through the hands Remembrances childhood remembrances
Spread your wings, that the space is vast Rehearse your flight, now that you are young Enjoy your exercises,
Today I cannot find the inspirati… to express myself positively and fluently over the p… Today the night came early, the darkness is vast,
As the: burning flames of an ardent fire charm of a flower which opens in spring
Let it flow: the energy the reason the wellness Let it live:
We are at that time of year, when it is neither cold nor hot. When you go out to the street, you don’t know whether to wear a w… or a light windbreaker.