.
.
Without
is life
of small things, part
and all of us: consolation
pretext to pass land to the mirage of the journey.
content with lowly things, carpe diem,
thinking and say thanks to those who can not even have those:
enormity for the hungry, injustice, wars.
By then everything would be in second place,
in the background, not more important, nothing, only minimum
ordinary things, separating them from the sense
of the day per day.
In patience for what we have, for what we suffer ...
Since the dark
night at
Light.
-
.
Audits carried out by June 23, 2010
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