Plans ...
Never plan your life, it betrays us ...
The days do not repeat or the time ...
Of course, if increased, certainly drops.
If you smile today, tomorrow, find out, you cry ..
The fruit is sweet today, was sour,
After it matures, it is good ...
The fire that burnt in blaze
In the ashes devours it, then fly ...
The delicate taste on the desk,
Love turns to pain in your smile.
Life is mainly a surprise.
So make your paradise here ...
Do not fear your future, God come from.
After the close, dark, and nobody else ...
MARCOS LOURES
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