I thought I had gone through this site. Death once again shows its wood mortise and apparel, candles and flowers. What is death like? What a face libido? "In the eyes tightly shut? "The murmur broke out in the hall of despair? Nothing is equal, it is unique, inexplicable, almost grotesque. This new death untied my soul, and wandered in free fall, flew, it fell apart, until some held her arms and restored sanity.
Everything begins again, is the cycle of life that demands your time, worth nothing if I learned that today is the opportunity to live love and love living, and dying for love every moment of my life.
You passed through my life like a rose, your time was short like the rose that now sleeps in your garden.
Ro Rest in peace, Jesus and the Virgin Mary, I embrace.
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