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DescriptionThe soul seeks its peace, the way in a world poor in feelings, life is breathed in haste with an empty heart.
Sincerity, pure heart, beautiful soul they have no value, they are not qualities. The waves of life break before reaching the shore.
Souls don't talk anymore, it's sad, bitter. Where is the rush? I do not understand! A pure heart is so rare to find... Smiles more and more erased, life is lived limping.
Everything is incomprehensible half hearts beat in the Universe. We only mark days on the calendar, weeks, months, years.
Without living, without loving, we just waste. Monotony, endless beginnings, the earth shakes in the rush we pass, sick of inhibitions and uncertain loves. Stop, live, give!
There is so much joy around you, birdsong, whispers of water sun, clouds, nature that spoils in thousands of colors. No matter how many storms appear, don't let it knock you down. Take your soul by hand, open the eyes of your mind learn to value the years of life.
We get angry that money has no value, but we don't realize that we are wasting years. When the end knocks at the door, you bow down and beg, you still want to live for a while. You know you have no strength, no time, you squandered what you got.
Think, life is lived... what will you take with you when you leave this world? A soul full of regrets, fragments of dusty life, dreams sewn with thread that also fall apart, wasted life like cigarette smoke.
Feed your soul while you still have time, this is the wealth you take with you. Live, give, feed your soul! Life passes, of course, slowly, Live, love, give!.
DescriptionThe soul seeks its peace, the way in a world poor in feelings, life is breathed in haste with an empty heart.
Sincerity, pure heart, beautiful soul they have no value, they are not qualities. The waves of life break before reaching the shore.
Souls don't talk anymore, it's sad, bitter. Where is the rush? I do not understand! A pure heart is so rare to find... Smiles more and more erased, life is lived limping.
Everything is incomprehensible half hearts beat in the Universe. We only mark days on the calendar, weeks, months, years.
Without living, without loving, we just waste. Monotony, endless beginnings, the earth shakes in the rush we pass, sick of inhibitions and uncertain loves. Stop, live, give!
There is so much joy around you, birdsong, whispers of water sun, clouds, nature that spoils in thousands of colors. No matter how many storms appear, don't let it knock you down. Take your soul by hand, open the eyes of your mind learn to value the years of life.
We get angry that money has no value, but we don't realize that we are wasting years. When the end knocks at the door, you bow down and beg, you still want to live for a while. You know you have no strength, no time, you squandered what you got.
Think, life is lived... what will you take with you when you leave this world? A soul full of regrets, fragments of dusty life, dreams sewn with thread that also fall apart, wasted life like cigarette smoke.
Feed your soul while you still have time, this is the wealth you take with you. Live, give, feed your soul! Life passes, of course, slowly, Live, love, give!.
