THE CURSED THE BLESSED

THE CURSED THE BLESSED

Damn those who made life a burden.
That most beautiful image were taking a picture
Not expressed their feelings at the best time

Who ate without seeing what was on the plate
That did not evolve in its existence
Not loved enough to love another
Which religion did his convictions
That the gift of the word discussed politics and work
In the congratulations of the son holding a camcorder
To feel the wind if collected under
That the friend never revealed their feelings.
That have not learned the art of listening to parents.

Blessed those who made life the best trip.
Those who have lost time looking at what appealed to them.
Those who surrendered the follies of unconditional love.
Those who felt the life with all senses.
That lost time feeling the wind on your face.
That realised the delights of a SIP of water.
Which bit of fruit as if it were the last.
Those that made the nature of their religion.
Those who embraced the friend in need
Those who have not lost the heart of the poet
Those who wrote the most beautiful words hand
Those who in poetry and in the dance they learned to express themselves
Fortunate in the grace and smile
And body did the Temple of your happiness.
I know that, one day, the beauty
Of the great King will contemplate;
Now gives me strength,
And I always want comfort!

I know what awaits me the Crown,
Which will give his servants,
***** the divine person,
In heaven where he is!

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