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If a dog 🐕wrote my biography, he'd probably say I'm his best friend. If a cat wrote it... I'd barely appear as "the human who opens the cans." After living with one for years, I have to admit that you are absolutely right. Before having a cat I thought that pets🐾 were for company. How innocent...

I met people whose achievements were the valid conversation of their day, he carried it with so much arrogance that people avoided greeting him, this takes a lot away from the person. However, few achieve what you describe, achievements should not change who you are and the simpler you are, the...

you made me laugh🤣🤣🤣

Certainly the body lets us know the time we are not looking. 🙂

Thanks 🤣🤣🤣

It has really been a unique experience for me, I learned more than I thought, cultures, customs and also hearts similar to mine, it was exciting to have a place to share more than just games.

When the first one appears, almost all of us think about hiding it. As if it were an enemy that comes to remind us that time passes. But over the years I understood that a gray hair is not a defeat; It is a story written in silence. Each one represents something that I have already experienced...

June includes a whole path of hard work, sometimes it seems that it will not end and we see it ad infinitum, until July arrives, less work, perhaps a vacation that will make you forget so much effort and will make you aware that you did wrong not to repeat that pattern, like two hands that shake...

Por el hecho que eso influye en el mercado las ventas se estancan si un producto es demasiado duradero,a demás tienen que suplir entonces también respuesto de una marca que ya no estarían haciendo

Oh, certainly teacher, we also have to know when to smile, it happened a lot in my youth when I stood out and they told me that I was very smiling, as they say here, many declared themselves because they told me that my smile was pretty, but I simply told them that that was me, nothing more, it...

Por ello la frase de una sonrisa contagiosa ,llega a veces tu cornisa a otra y alimenta a un corazón que ya no tenía nada para sonreír

beautiful, you always arrive master...nice to read you🙂‍↕️

that was beautiful, thank you, always in love with your words with the greatest respect🌹🌹🌹

We have followed this custom for generations, how you should be, how you should act, how you should dress, walk, in the end we become the mirror of a society that only seeks approval among itself🎭

There is something we do every day without thinking too much about it: remember. We remember names, places, experiences, mistakes, victories and even small conversations that seemed insignificant. However, the more I think about it, the more I realize that memories are one of the most valuable...

We are certainly the only ones who can change that culture, that it has more value when it is not among us, how wonderful it would have been too, that in life they will enjoy what they perhaps thought would not reach people's hearts.🙏

🙂 We are a strange breed sometimes to understand

We can see the heart of an artist in his works, but his suffering is only understood by himself, all reason master. 🌹

It is one of the most disturbing things about human behavior, you can do more, maybe you will do something better one day, it is the last one because it has the greatest value of all.

Each work with its history and each story with its value. 🙂🙂