Viagem ao passado com o sorriso da primeira manhã para que os dias sejam menos carregados.
Boa noite!
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Cat Stevens
Vai ser o Outono do nosso descontentamento...
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ResponderEliminarTemos que procurar reagir e olhar para as cores outonais para não esmorecermos.
Bom dia!:)