I have not blogged in a while. I have me as a secretary to my facebook. the condemned know everything that goes with you designed and edited version. you can not fall ill. but today I thought of three things about us: happiness, motherhood and brotherhood.
poor people survive on very little. if you can eat a thousand calories a day, get some exercise, laugh and drink with friends from time to time, we can survive well up to 60 years. after that, depending on how we lived is increased or decreased the chances of reaching old. At 50 you begin to get degenerative diseases that naturally limit our stay on the planet. time is hard on us, so the war should not ask among men, should we do against time. Does the weather there? is able to stop forever the happiest or saddest of our lives. swimming in circles on this period of welfare esquicita or utter desolation. although the nostalgia brings us every day and night sleep robs us the dark, the future is not the problem, is how we feel right now, present to what we played and what we want.
although this mother I'm not even I can be the mother of all of you. take care, ensure their safety and their talents, feed them, bury them. I can be the most loving mother and the bravest. I can be the Omega station and let you listen to rancheras and reguetton all day or the path to evangelize your nights. I can teach all, to read, understand, ask. when a wild dog will take a stone to scare him away but when it leaves a nice show to greet you. would have separate garbage and our recycling operate with a business plan based on the welfare of all for healthy competition among talents. rods. but if your mother would not let you ever play, or toy gun.
swords if, face your mortal enemy, if you did something to deserve it, not cowardly, but to have one gun you become mortal enemy of anyone and everyone. and you got lots of other things more beautiful, exciting and courageous to do without dramas. well we all have an enemy time. whether in times of peace we enjoy 20 years of cultivation, handicrafts, construction and invention, conflicts like those occurring in Honduras, Palestine, Kashmir's would see no more with laughter and embarrassment. there should be no bitterness or the brother. the brother is not perfect, the brother is different, the only brother you really look like one thing, his eagerness to reach 60 with dignity, if he fought, he did face to face, as brave, not shooting distant, dirty, cowardly. and while we can make some wonderful museums the military, we do not need as service.
'm not utopian, or liberal. I'm skinny and I have no boyfriend. want of contradiction that more realistic? here in the last farm we are all mothers and Maire and every day is Saturday for the days I decide not reflect. happiness is having a facebook secretary.
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