MUDDY

Today is my day of the reflections, of looking backward at my life from its start.
I look at that person I see in my mirror, and see that I’ve not always been smart.
But I haven’t done badly when I total the score, as I see the changes that are mine.
It would have been better to become more aware. Much earlier in life, but that’s just fine.
It’s never too late to start looking for change, to improve on the person you were.
I’m in charge of my life, that’s sure.
And I examine the issues we face. The worl’s getting crazier, the violence increase… It’s up to us to retain our perspective and balance, to find peace.

As I look in my backward, what will I see, and what will I do to change my ways?
Now that I’ve looked backward, it’s forward I go, doing a new course for my days.
The road I’ve chosen won’t always be smooth, and there will always be obstacles to find. I may fall, but I’ll always get up, and go on with this incredible journey of the mind.
And where are you in journey, my fried? Are you waiting to start, or are you on your way?.Look in your mirror backward, it’s not hard to do, and you’ll start going forward each day.
Go ahead, take that big step onto the road of life. You never know where it will take you.

MUDDY

THE LION’S HAIR

When I approached near the rocks where she set the food on the ground, I saw a red heart. It was a bleeding and lively heart . I picked up carely “It could have been lost by a woman”. I thought just when I stared the soft and tender viscera.
I wraped it which greatest care, covered it which a white piece of warm clothes.
I spent a long time to find out who was the woman who had lost the heart in the mid.dle of Etiopia’s desert.
I looked anxiously at to first woman who passed and Oh my dad! The woman hadn’t heart. She was, without doubt, owner of my discovery.
It was odd and when I said I had found your heart, she angryly responded she hadn’t lost anything.
Thousands of women passed, old, youn, beautiful, non attractive, blonde, brown...I perceived one of them had only the place not your heart, because she believed to have it or because without it she feel divinely.

A day I saw a woman with her heart which beat and felt. I don’t know why I gave it to somebody who had an alive one and I decided to present that heart that all the women had refused.

She was rich with two hearts and was radiant, so she lived happyly sharing a heart with his friend wise and the other with her tam lion.