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In what world do we live? Poetry

we have reached a point of No Return!
every day new wars, new diseases, new words troubles! and it triggered a dangerous spiral of violence ke can stop for the moment because no one wants to give in! I think we are on the brink of disaster!
ke world will find our heirs, or better than the world we leave them?
said grignani well: the earth is born nn, x is dying
maybe we're all immersed in a global reality show Ode to

Red Tinge Cervical Mucous

life

He or she who becomes the slave of,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the brand
,
who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,
does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who makes of television his guru.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white, dotting the 'i'
rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes sparkle,
that turn a yawn a smile, those
that make the heart beat in front of mistakes and feelings.
Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table
who is unhappy at work, who does not risk
certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream, who does not allow
least once in their lives to flee from sensate advises.
He or she who does not travel,
does not read, does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys pride,
who does not accept help;
who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask questions on subjects he does not know
who does not answer when asked something he knows.
Let's avoid death in small doses, remembering always that to be alive

requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness.

Pablo Neruda

Yeast Infection Followed By Bleeding

thought of the day Lovely day

L 'existence of each of us is made of moments.
moments that follow each other and live with intensity or lightness, with or participation in a detached, thinking back to the past or planning for the future.
Everything flows without end, and out of us.
Every moment is a moment in time, every moment is the single checkbox living of a vast mosaic of colors, emotions, dreams, expectations, memories and hopes.