Dimanche 14 octobre 2007
Once upon a time, there was a small man who waited in the daytime or his life would be finished... And this day arrived. We did our best but we had
nobody to help us, we had that our eyes to cry. And he left I remember in your arms, he waited for the last one to sourir, a last kiss on your child's forehead
whom you were for him, he left us, but today I know that you know or he is.
whom you were for him, he left us, but today I know that you know or he is.
It is always the history of creation An image it is fixed in my head and I cannot in spite of me has to withdraw it.
… desire for telling our history envy that the world
knows with through its waves the size of my love for you
The TREE OF LIFE
which opens the doors of the various worlds for our evolution
Its gold sheets are a solar sign of divinity of love and of purity just like the small butterflies flying at its sides represents the advanced hearts
my child sleeps would be serene, can imports your
way you will be never alone…
I dreamed one day that I was surrounded by cats masked in an imaginary garden of flowers… which hides under this mask…. to hide one has
always to want ended up being lost.
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