No cortes las flores de los patios  ajenos.

Córtalas del tuyo y regálalas a alguien, para hacer su día,

En vez de destruirlo, con tus fatigosas palabras.  Cordillera

 

You were a blessing to me; when I was hurting badly, you gave me hope; when I felt I could not belief in people, you gave me courage; when I could hardly stand up, you gave me reason  to do it, in spite of the circumstances; you gave me a sense of identity...when at times....I was not sure, who I was becoming....when I did not belief in me, when I was not sure that God was there, you gave me a reason to belief, you gave me faith beyond measure because you were there, as  unconditional love! Cordillera