Last night when I slept I dreamed marvelous error!
a beehive
had within my heart;
and the golden bees were making
,
my old failures,
white combs and sweet honey. Bello
Machado poem. That's the attitude I should adopt. For everything bad that happened to me, born a new kid happy, without pain, positive and a desire to find every day.
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