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  • To give is born from the need of giving.
    To love is born from the need to love.
    To be an angel is born from the need to grow wings,
    and fly over the planet spreading light.
    To give, to love, to fly to celestial spheres have to
    be free expressions of our soul, dancing in the wind.
    You cannot force a butterfly to fly because you could break her wings in this act.
    You cannot order a heart to love you.
    Love is a gift and not a command.
    You can not own a soul.
    You can not own a heart.
    You can not own a life.
    You can not own a mind.
    They flow with the rhythm of life; they do not belong to anybody else,
    They bloom like magnificent roses, in the soil of eternal happiness,
    in the land of freedom where no chains keep them prisoners.
    Fly butterflies, free holding in the rainbows of our hearts.
    Photo by Cecilia
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