Life is not always a sea of roses, virgin landscapes or your favorite drink at the table. It is filled with bits of breadcrumbs, broken glasses and empty seats, gasps and headaches enough to ingest all the aspirin bottles at your local pharmacy. Yeah, it is life alright. We can never dictate it nor discard it but live it. So, ride your horse, pony or rabbit, whatever your heart ‘s content, whatever is inscribed to you at the grocery counter. Count your blessings and mistakes as it is yours to keep but don’t forget to dust, brush aside those feathers, once they become too much to handle and the desert unbearable to cross. It is the story of the great Amen, the gathering at the table, the footprints of what we call life.
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The Picture I Have Of Women
The picture I have of women, is undoubtedly what I learned from my Mother, her legacy. She once told me that every smile of independence and rights in a woman’s face, was one less tear in her eyes. Today, I would rather just tell her that I finally get it! Smiles like these can take more than a day or a month. It will at least take my whole existence! _ Raul Jorge Neto
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Photo Of The Day!
Saw him at the very popular Cuban Versailles restaurant, asked if I could take his picture and he said, Yes. Thank you Sir!
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