The love is a powerful and inabalvel substance, in the rapids of the ideas, as that in a pretty day of Spring, the breeze touches your face, in the direction of the qualities and the esplendor of the feelings that transform the life. It looks in your eyes and it sees the person who has inside of you, what enxerga? Love? Or Fear? In the words plays to the wind, the love is the only weapon against all the unreliabilities, therefore, is aliceradas by the claws of the compassion, in flowing of thoughts and emotions that the heart only knows to identify. In the golden box of its mind, thoughts exist that they need to be cultivated, they are they it subtility, the peace, the way of the conquests, the respect, the responsibility and> tolerance, mainly stops with us. In the practical one of the discovery, we need to look at inside for of our being and revealing the image true of the Man or Woman who is hidden inside of our thoughts, of the attitudes and reflecting on the practical ones of the daily one.
I am distributing flowers for the world, or culture thorns, care with the planted seeds, these will be able to leave good fruits or storms in the future. They free the love that is inside of you, smiles for the people, looks in its eyes, distributes abraos and kisses, prays for the people, things and facts, learns to contribute for the Universe, the more things to collaborate with the society, but from it you will receive. The environment of the learning of the life is here, now, to be happy necessary to be messenger of the good, of the good workmanships, the vicissitudes to act respecting my next one.