Signing of the stars

People pack up from the kit, toward the Quartet. The city’s streets will be empty. Wind increasingly warmer days more and bluer, green tree branches out, the birds rush. Everyone opened their Tiago, revealing a smiling face. Billions of people in this festival, I would like to say, let us do it public, even on one, even on a little bit.

We fashioned a dream, with blog record our lives, our feelings, parents in the short. Tens of millions of people, as the blog community, as a battlefield, the future work, planting tomorrow. If each person, to do public good, even on a small, numerous despair, hope will become. Numerous winter, inspired in the spring. That is the joy of the whole world the door and he was commissioned to faraway places.

Yes, no matter where you visit, when you face any person, give them a smile, and smile in the world infected with any one person. People are always so hasty, slow pace, enjoy the smiles, no more shocking than the smile. No more force than smile! Strange people, to enjoy each other, hatred,

Yes, no matter where you intend to go, do not forget your homeland, where going, you are the root causes. Have your soil, your parents. They may Tiago to farming, may hope to return to your hometown. There is no public interest than their parents love is more important, it is the pulse of the nation, yesterday's hopes.
Yes, no matter how ambitious goals, your worldwide, the abundance of your time, numerous opportunities for you own.

Breathing can be a little absorption, can be seized a cigarette; can rescue a teenager, can give an old beggar money can be a little less damage, can be a little more care can pull out light switches, in the dark, thinking can Tiago fuel consumption The cars, walking in the open. Yes, life is so great, time is so quiet. May we live in the world, and even then the birds are flying. We stopped their own pace, a good look at the human, your family, your world, your earth. They then lovely, full of warmth force. We no longer have fear, no more lonely, beautiful time, space force. May the season, we stop and do it public, even on one, even on a little bit.