Good morning routes,: D
Wednesday.Good morning to think that tomorrow is Thursday and we are one step on Friday, hehe as I spend the weeks huh ???
Well Alea and Mommy I either like the carnivals and I did not like my mother, I remember a year that I wanted to disguise a nurse at all costs, and I had my mother and my grandmotherSewing from 6 pm in the afternoon until 2 hours in the morning, that if I was the prettiest nurse throughout the school, hehe I have a very good memory of that ... now with the little one as it makes me more illusion.In my town they disguise themselves in the school all, they make themselves the costumes in the classrooms during the year, with crafts, they go very monkeys and they take away from jaleos I see it very well, but since this year it still does not go to school then then thenI saw him with chick and so happy ...
I hope you recover your father Owash well, and to rest a lot, yesterday I also took a super nap with my son in the afternoon, I went to sleep and I was fried with him ...
Velia, magnificent work about Haiti, I can't with those things, they make me very bad body to see how badly distributed this world so selfish and consumer in which we live, and that it always touches the worst to the most needyIt is unfortunate.
Well routes, I leave you a poetry so that we do not forget those in need of Haiti and other places ...
And after the earthquake ...
The old houses fell
as concrete oaks;
Burning your treasures,
burying their secrets.
And death approached
A group of inclement,
What even silence trembled,
When contemplating his presence!
And the earth wrapped up,
germinating by force
A bloody halo
of insepultures dead streets.
What a cruel final!What courage
It makes me think that life,
Although prolonging your trip
As the rain is finite.
A brief tremor is enough
of the earth mad,
to carpet ourselves with blood
The flowered meadows.
And shadows are enlailed.
And the pain of their paths
They hurt more in the gloom,
They shout more against fate.
And in the fate of luck
It is written in your deck:
Continue of life,
or the succumbing of death!
But like an olive sea,
A sea of arms arrives soon,
to rescue what catches
The Honda Earth in its lap.
And I know that the Haitian people
knows very well to thank,
whom he fights in comforting him
of its terrible misfortunes.
The help of the whole world
It comes voluntarily,
White hands without sleeplessness,
beautiful solidarity souls.
They are the brothers of the world
Those who have no borders,
Those who look beyond
of flowers and springs.
To look for the one who suffers.
To find the one who cries.
To give your hands
Without meanness and without delay.
And they always become present
Like Rocío del Cielo.
With its loaded saddlebags
of generous comfort.
They risk their own lives,
They invest money and time,
And in his blessed hands,
They are sorry.
And that army is complete.
There are firefighters, there are soldiers,
Engineers, architects,
Students and lawyers.
There are doctors and nurses,
Poets and writers,
Singers and teachers
Mechanics and businessmen.
Ministers and presidents,
very closely or far away,
His help comes Clemente
Because in truth: they are brothers!
My gratitude goes with them
for his infinite goodness.
A hug beautiful angels,
May God reward his goodness!
