Misterlk

You may have defects, living anxious, cry and get angry sometimes, but do not forget that your life is the greatest treasure in the world.

Always remember that being happy is not having a sky blue, paths unhindered work without fatigue, relationships without disappointments.

Being happy is finding strength in forgiveness, hope in battle, safety on the stage of fear, love even in disagreements.

Being happy is not only cherish the smile joy, but also reflect on the sadness.

It is not just celebrate the victories, but learn lessons from their failures.

It’s not just rejoice as the applause, but finding joy in the darkness.

Being happy is to recognize that life is worth living life, despite all the challenges, misunderstandings in periods of crisis just to advantage.

Being happy is not a sort of fate, but an achievement perhaps traveling into your inner self.

Being happy is to stop being a victim or defendant in trouble, is to become the author of the story itself.

Being happy is to cross deserts, be able to find an oasis hidden in your soul.

You thank every morning for life.

Being happy is not being afraid of your own feelings and to speak of himself.

It is having the courage to hear … “No”.

Being happy is knowing safely receive criticism, even if it is unjust.

Is kissing the children, is to have poetic moments with friends, even if they hurt us.

It let the child live each has within himself.

Being happy is knowing when to admit wrong and say “I was wrong”.

It is to be the first to say “I’m sorry”

You have to express sensitivity

“What you have more than deep in the heart.”

You have the ability to say without fear “I love you.”

Make your life a bed of opportunities.

What springs you are in their lover’s delight.

That in their winters you are lover of wisdom.

And finally When you astray, start all over again.

For thus you will have more and more love for life and find that being happy is not having a perfect life.

But knowing how to use her tears to irrigate tolerance.

Knowing how to use your losses to polish patience.

Knowing how to use your failures to build serenity.

Knowing how to use obstacles to open the windows of wisdom.

Never give up yourself.

Never forget the people who love you.

Never give up who loves you.

Do not ever give up to be happy, because …

LIFE IS A FANTASTIC SHOW

Man is the highest of creatures;

The woman is the most sublime ideals.

Man is the brain;

The woman is the heart.

The brain produces light;

The heart, LOVE.

Light fruitful love resurrects.

The man is strong by reason;

The woman is invincible tears.

The reason convinces the tears move.

The man is capable of all heroism;

The woman, of all martyrs.

The ennobling heroism, martyrdom sublime.

The man is a code;

The woman is a gospel.

The code corrects, the gospel perfects.

The man is a temple, the woman is the tabernacle.

Before the temple we discover ourselves;

Kneel before the tabernacle.

The man thinks, the woman dreams.

Thinking is to have the skull, a larva;

Dreaming is having on the forehead, a halo.

The man is an ocean, the woman is a lake.

The ocean has the adorning pearl;

The lake, dazzling poetry.

The man is the eagle flies;

The woman is the nightingale that sings.

Flying is dominating the space;

Sing is to conquer the soul.

Anyway, the man is placed where the land ends;

The woman where heaven begins.

  She is a beautiful woman ,

Your dreams are a stream in my ways ,your desires as each leaf of a tree ,

she is a beautiful woman ,the comfort of his armsare like the clouds of heaven ,

every time I need to rest my wounded soul ,and it lasts forever , every time I know where I belong ,and this love is eternal cry when their absence ,when I feel the need to love and find me ,

she is a beautiful woman ,she makes me need to breathe ,his gaze touching me ,

she me the wings to flyand feel like the only time I can dream ,

a symphony to understand it deeply ,and infinitely know the gift of love ,

she is a beautiful womanthat inspires me to believe ,that really love the tasteis not as sweet as it seems ,

or as a bitter and devastating pain ,but she makes me look in fine linen timeeverything is just like a fever ,

she is a beautiful woman ,so vain and seductive on the roads ,she makes me live as a child in the body of a man ,she makes me helpless in its loaded with affection looking

she is a beautiful womanwith intentions of faith ,she is a beautiful womanme playing the corners and hurts mebut her love always leaves me standing ,

a beautiful woman , a beautiful dream ,a desire eternal his arms ,a lifetime in the warmth of your lap ,

a beautiful woman