La vida

Life is beautiful, with all our mistakes, all of our efforts, all the pretty times, all our friends, family, good times, bad times, sad times, happy times... life's just beautiful. I believe we all can live our dreams, even though some mistakes make us dont live 'em, but this live chain makes us live other dreams, good dreams, and bad dreams. It doesnt matter, bad stuff make us grow up and give us a chance to learn a lot if we pay the right amount of attention. Life is beautiful, its a mixture of everything, good breakfasts, bad lunchs, frights, happiness, feeling sleepy without going to sleep, bad music during a the way home, good music in your bed, the hugs of your friends, the kisses of the loved one, homeworks (nobody likes em, but theyre just necessary, though), recess, rainy mornings, sunny afternoons, the cold of the night, dont going to sleep just because you spent your night talking to someone that needed you to hear him/her... Lifes beautiful, perfect, even with all the mistakes, bad times, its just perfect. We need to stop and smell the flowers and see the bunny-like clouds, to check that the city we we're born and we live in, and we say that it sucks, really has beautiful places, trees to sit by and read books, streets to walk by, people to chat with... not just bad stuff, violence. Life's beautiful... its beautiful, dont you think?