If born again repeat the pleasant moments ... live with less fear and more confidence. When she ran to the barn to hear the rain hitting the tin roof, climbed the roof of my house to see the stars, making mud pies, walking barefoot in the riguera, climbing trees, I ate the heart of the watermelon, had a acacia swing in the front yard, eating grated apple meringue, saw "home theater" drinking tea with bread with avocado, played a guessing game and the Run-Run with my old nanny, and I dozed on the couch of straw. While a child without major responsibilities to brush my teeth and hands before bed, take care of my bike, and not let my Abeja Maya dumped when he left to play ... I had the chance to grow up happy. And now that they no longer grow, but rather grow old ... I live happily?? I often see shooting stars, I do not believe the story that only happens to me, it's just that I'm always looking at the stars and sky depejado as he always sees one of them, my soul "artist" makes me look more normal as the sunsets, colors, landscapes, I love the smell of damp earth, eucalyptus, strawberry, as always Amelié plunge my hands in water, in bulk, in bags with lentils, beans or rice ... and though you do not believe Those are happy moments. Mario A few days ago I gave a gift, led me to contemplate a sunset over a field of wonders ... with the wind in your face goodbye to the last ray of sunlight peeked behind the hill, a kiss on the forehead and those eyes of honey in which I shelter are my happiness. If I am happy, the life I live makes me happy. Thank you Father because I heard it.
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