On behalf of Mother Earth , Madre Naturaleza , I bow to mother nature in all its blessed days of living in the fertile bosom of the holy Mother , the grace of our Creator . I want to emphasize that I reiterate my credit, realize that does not fit into one, ( mothers day of trading ) , the valuing of the noble mission of the female being under the Universal Architect design .
Mother's Day, in Brazil - Sunday at 9:49 - That up there , Danielle Cunha , I extracted the Ana Alvarenga , old soul friend page . Then , (which is quite natural for me my profile as a person ) did comment on Facebook , this virtual diary , effective tool that brings us closer to different people , away from the eyes , close to the heart . Set apart from us , in different geographies water on this planet , our Mother Earth . Origin and destination of the train of life , web, or network , entangled yarn , ball built in our own rudimentary wheel, the existence contained between the sacred and the profane , the ordinary human being . Come then see moçada Facebook : - Thursday at 19:49 - Fernando Linhares- Do not carelessly take care of myself to realize that I do not miss my mother , because she was enchanted , tender and everlasting root in my heart apprentice love.Friday at 15:41 Valdenia Santos - Silva- I would be happier if my mother were here with me today ...Friday at 15:43 - Fernando Linhares- Hi Val ! In my case , I remain content with it , " guardadim " inside me . I think u can feel too well with his mommy ! ...
Come to understand that , where is my mother , that insists remind me by e - mail, " inter - Milky Way " that I do not forget " the glad game ." Be persistent in the pursuit of that such happiness , whose seed is key and " inside me" . Who knows ... Let me continue to keep seed in huge barn ? Free memory that humanizes and harmonizes , my simple existence? Echoes of my happy childhood and old , remind me of so many wise words , this woman patiently , cradled me in her womb for nine months , intensely loved me and whom I have not missed more ...I scared you , attentive reader ? Calm ! This " river " of questions will espraiar . The nostalgia that allows me to only gentle reminder was embraced by the love that I sucked his chest and fed me Lucky childhood. Took root in me and still circulates in my veins open . Trick my heart and make current throughout my being . Has its origin in memory that sometime , let me forget Marina : mother , beloved , friend, teacher , accomplice, instigator . My success as a man of standing and not crawling snake eater dust from my walk , all credit is hers , feminine vase permeated the eight children conceived love. Each, with his mouthful , each with its share in the communion of love into pieces of equal and immeasurable gift.Use of memory needs to be constant, " mental Dumbbells " , "Brain Pilates " , no matter the nomenclature , practice is necessary . Still , the genius of Einstein , the phrase : " Once a mind expands , will never be the same ." Definitely , I have no goal to investigate the function and physiology of the human mind . However , the intuition that guides me , in layered dawns in the silence of this house , surrounded in green. Autumn season of my life , "state of siege " quiet , " locus vivendi " harmonizing me and my balance is . However , allow me to reflect that I'm heading in the right direction, the direction and goal of the secret, the secret of the sacred that inhabits my inner . The light that the Creator be allowed , by joining Realino and Marina on Earth , are no more , yet still ALIVE , my parents , immortalized in lavish mine , my natural MIMORA .
" I'll take the purityThe response of childrenIs life is beautifulAnd it's beautiful ...
Live !And do not be ashamedBe happySing and sing and singThe beauty of beingA lifelong learner ...
Oh my God !I know , I knowThat life should beMuch better and will beBut that does not stopI repeatIt's beautiful , it's beautifulAnd it's beautiful ...And life !And what is life ?Say there, my brotherShe is the beatA heartShe is a sweet illusionHei ! Ho! ...
But life andShe is maravidaOr is it suffering?She is joyOr sorry ?What is it? What is it?My brother ...
Some talkThat people's livesIt's a nothing in the worldIt is a drop timeThat does not give a second ...
Some talkIt is a divineprofound mysteryIt is the breath of the creatorIn an attitude full of love ...
You say you are fighting and pleasureHe says that life and livingShe says it is better to dieFor it is not lovedAnd the verb is suffering ...
I just know that I trust the girlAnd the girl I put the power of faithAre we doing lifeHow to give or can or want ...
always desiredAs you're wrongNobody wants deathOnly health and luck ...
And the question wheelAnd shakes his headI get the purityThe response of childrenIs life is beautifulAnd it's beautiful ... Living is not ashamed to be happy. " Gonzaguinha .
I thank God for the gifts that there granted me , by Marina , her daughter , my mother in her womb , there I designed . Gracias a la vida hay given so much to me ! That allowed me to be a lifelong learner . Today , sunday mothers want to pay homage to the female being who cuddled in her sacred womb , men and women who inhabited / inhabit the planet Water, Ground planet , among the various abodes of the Creator . Fertilized and fed of Love , coming from the bosom of the mothers , daughters of Mother Terra.Pra not stay long and tiring too , please follow the link posted above in my status . " Hasta luego , compañeros " this virtual shortcut, Shining Path , this guy Facebook . Hahaha ! Come on, guys !
Mother's Day, in Brazil - Sunday at 9:49 - That up there , Danielle Cunha , I extracted the Ana Alvarenga , old soul friend page . Then , (which is quite natural for me my profile as a person ) did comment on Facebook , this virtual diary , effective tool that brings us closer to different people , away from the eyes , close to the heart . Set apart from us , in different geographies water on this planet , our Mother Earth . Origin and destination of the train of life , web, or network , entangled yarn , ball built in our own rudimentary wheel, the existence contained between the sacred and the profane , the ordinary human being . Come then see moçada Facebook : - Thursday at 19:49 - Fernando Linhares- Do not carelessly take care of myself to realize that I do not miss my mother , because she was enchanted , tender and everlasting root in my heart apprentice love.Friday at 15:41 Valdenia Santos - Silva- I would be happier if my mother were here with me today ...Friday at 15:43 - Fernando Linhares- Hi Val ! In my case , I remain content with it , " guardadim " inside me . I think u can feel too well with his mommy ! ...
Come to understand that , where is my mother , that insists remind me by e - mail, " inter - Milky Way " that I do not forget " the glad game ." Be persistent in the pursuit of that such happiness , whose seed is key and " inside me" . Who knows ... Let me continue to keep seed in huge barn ? Free memory that humanizes and harmonizes , my simple existence? Echoes of my happy childhood and old , remind me of so many wise words , this woman patiently , cradled me in her womb for nine months , intensely loved me and whom I have not missed more ...I scared you , attentive reader ? Calm ! This " river " of questions will espraiar . The nostalgia that allows me to only gentle reminder was embraced by the love that I sucked his chest and fed me Lucky childhood. Took root in me and still circulates in my veins open . Trick my heart and make current throughout my being . Has its origin in memory that sometime , let me forget Marina : mother , beloved , friend, teacher , accomplice, instigator . My success as a man of standing and not crawling snake eater dust from my walk , all credit is hers , feminine vase permeated the eight children conceived love. Each, with his mouthful , each with its share in the communion of love into pieces of equal and immeasurable gift.Use of memory needs to be constant, " mental Dumbbells " , "Brain Pilates " , no matter the nomenclature , practice is necessary . Still , the genius of Einstein , the phrase : " Once a mind expands , will never be the same ." Definitely , I have no goal to investigate the function and physiology of the human mind . However , the intuition that guides me , in layered dawns in the silence of this house , surrounded in green. Autumn season of my life , "state of siege " quiet , " locus vivendi " harmonizing me and my balance is . However , allow me to reflect that I'm heading in the right direction, the direction and goal of the secret, the secret of the sacred that inhabits my inner . The light that the Creator be allowed , by joining Realino and Marina on Earth , are no more , yet still ALIVE , my parents , immortalized in lavish mine , my natural MIMORA .
" I'll take the purityThe response of childrenIs life is beautifulAnd it's beautiful ...
Live !And do not be ashamedBe happySing and sing and singThe beauty of beingA lifelong learner ...
Oh my God !I know , I knowThat life should beMuch better and will beBut that does not stopI repeatIt's beautiful , it's beautifulAnd it's beautiful ...And life !And what is life ?Say there, my brotherShe is the beatA heartShe is a sweet illusionHei ! Ho! ...
But life andShe is maravidaOr is it suffering?She is joyOr sorry ?What is it? What is it?My brother ...
Some talkThat people's livesIt's a nothing in the worldIt is a drop timeThat does not give a second ...
Some talkIt is a divineprofound mysteryIt is the breath of the creatorIn an attitude full of love ...
You say you are fighting and pleasureHe says that life and livingShe says it is better to dieFor it is not lovedAnd the verb is suffering ...
I just know that I trust the girlAnd the girl I put the power of faithAre we doing lifeHow to give or can or want ...
always desiredAs you're wrongNobody wants deathOnly health and luck ...
And the question wheelAnd shakes his headI get the purityThe response of childrenIs life is beautifulAnd it's beautiful ... Living is not ashamed to be happy. " Gonzaguinha .
I thank God for the gifts that there granted me , by Marina , her daughter , my mother in her womb , there I designed . Gracias a la vida hay given so much to me ! That allowed me to be a lifelong learner . Today , sunday mothers want to pay homage to the female being who cuddled in her sacred womb , men and women who inhabited / inhabit the planet Water, Ground planet , among the various abodes of the Creator . Fertilized and fed of Love , coming from the bosom of the mothers , daughters of Mother Terra.Pra not stay long and tiring too , please follow the link posted above in my status . " Hasta luego , compañeros " this virtual shortcut, Shining Path , this guy Facebook . Hahaha ! Come on, guys !
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