And everyday we come back for more: the magic, the sun water and fire or just a smile, a presence, a voice. Anything that helps us hold together, and allows to believe in dreams, to believe in something bigger and our role in it.
We're all so different yet so much the same, and we can be so good together... After all, isn't a flower bed much prettier than a single rose? Isn't the nightsky so more powerful that a single light?
Wanderers of our own fate, masters of our own choices, only the magic and the children inside us, may take us to be truly free: only when we find ourselves in all the others at our side, but always unique, and always with something more to give, may we really set our ground right and bloom
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Parabéns pelo blog que finalmente visitei.
Um beijinho,
Maria Ana
Although i suspect what answers our question.. has something to do With the utmost simple, but simultanously, the transcendent.
Those "I didn't see it comming special moment called happiness". Some call it it God, others Life, even sceptics call it hope.
I call it
Believing.
tas a chegar ao teu eu esquecido.
kiss
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