In search of perfection that does not exist, yet it ends up being the search for life.
and if joy is worth a thousand sacrifices, I prefer to sacrifice and suffer to be alal window watching this time going .... where the present is already past a neighbor when I flatter myself that it is present.
flight, wings not letting my life was just a little theater, but true!
Sincere, as I was ... I had forgotten how to be .....
A note, a word, a text message: the joy comes on because it means I exist and live.
To me, that I am and I love who I am as I am Cres ... for all that I have requested and not given back ... for all the suffering that I experienced and that I was not bent but made only a apersona stronger.
To me, I dedicate to only myself (and my little grace) this last thought before going to sleep.
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