Rose-she’s like a woman, Gentle, elegant, shy, Slim, sometimes mysterious, In its beauty, just fabulous! Flaming with beautiful love, Means, blooms a rose red. Vulnerable, trusting, with dreams, If the color of its petals is pink. Thorns, as protection from rudeness. Proud and filled with wisdom. Pure, immaculate, divine. A red rose and a woman.
In the days when dreams swarmed In the hearts of people, transparent and clear, How beautiful, how fresh the roses were My love, and glory, and spring!
They call me rose. Accept me, I’m very fragrant And very gentle. By color and name They gave me that And even the Queen The splendor called.
And people aren’t flowers? Oh dear, feel you, These are not empty words.
The beauty of life is to wake up every day with a smile in your eyes and love in your heart, because every day is still a promise, we can make it to someone we love, a friend, a colleague or we can make it to ourselves. Today we promise to smile and start the […]
Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says, “Sisters, you all Led such exemplary lives that the Lord is granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you wish to be. The first nun says, “I want to be […]
Someone’s here and will pull you back, as on ThePrecipiceYouWaver.She is there and willNEVERleave (pause) even though you gave her,No reason toCOUNTyou as her own;Forever and forever, she’ll let/hear you moan: “Let me go; all is lost; I’m sure The Game is over,”And she will grab you at The Very […]