
may sound weird, but is how I feel.
The next week I will do a test, and also possibly because they are on the trip angioplasty.
not it funny that one minute to another life-changing one, but these days, along with the bad news, I've seen and I see what my friends and I feel so good.
daily calls, the mail, text messages, the offers to take care of myself, to run errands for me.
harvested
If these friends, I can be quiet, I was not such a bad person.
And though I die, (at least for a long time) I can make my own verses of Amado Nervo.
Very close to my demise, I bless you, life,
because you never gave me false hope, no jobs
unfair or undeserved punishment;
because I see the end My rough road
I was the architect of my own destiny;
that if I extracted the honey or the gall of things
was because they put gall or honey tasty:
when planted roses, always harvested roses. ...
True, my blossoms will follow the winter
but you never told me that May was eternal! Hallé
undoubtedly long nights of my pains;
But you never promised you only good nights;
and instead had some holy calm ...
loved, I loved, the sun caressed my face.
Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!
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