When words are not enough, come to the aid of pictures. And when the images are not enough, come to help the heart beat.
I heard them yesterday. They started roaring, mingled with the noise of the street, the roar of the rain and the night lights. Thoughts
thrown out the window of the car that ran down the street, for fear of not arriving on time, alone in the middle of the city tied up from the dream.
And then silence ... the advent, what sets the sky on the first ray of sunshine ... and you're ready, with closed eyes, to greet him.
Here's how you get to welcome the birth in silence, his heart beats slowly so as not to disturb, with an open mind to the greatest miracle.
One night only, a dawn that has the taste of warm milk and the sweetness you glide over the body ... and you can not help but cry, for free, to thank for his life. Welcome ...
little love
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