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From my blog matisses7
Everything in its time, a time for everything,
scale of endless melodies,
The roses do not always give us their roses;
more always at night, what follows is the day.
Everything in time. A time for everything
from storm to rain, from rain to dew;
the cocoon is transformed into a subtle butterfly
and the waters of the sea are fed by the rivers.
Neither before nor after, the moment is now;
the before has passed, the after has not come,
and time, endless dance of hours,
it does not return the compass of the steps walked.
Everything that came knocking on our door
in the light of love he must find it open;
and if it is to say, to say in some way:
that nothing has been in vain, that everything has been lived.
As we head towards the west blue,
crossing and stopover of any ship;
do not storm the storm to the brave sailboat,
you will find a new sun and a new continent.
And if you suffer life or live, it amuses you,
don't blame life, love or luck;
endless melodies flowing from the torrent,
Endless decisions of the present moment.
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