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  • My sister,
    I smile for you. I smile to you. Even when your words make salty tears travel down my face.

    My lady,
    Paint with the red of love.
    Draw with the red of passion.

    My friend,
    You have the destiny in your hands. You decide who you become. You choose the footprints and the fingerprints you leave in this world. You choose in which eyes you leave your smile. You choose who you are. You have, after all, the destiny between your hands. Use it wisely. Make it white.

    My flower of jasmine,
    You already give us pieces of white Damascus. White like the hair of the smiling grandma kissing her little girl while gives her a little teddy bear. I see the old woman smiling to the singing doves. Sitting on a bench, holding the hand of her now old lover. And I see both of them smiling.

    My red rose,
    Look at the smiling moon every time you feel sad or scared and smile. Smile, because if the red ever covers your body, it will be the red of a dress, the red of your shoes or the red of your lipstick while dancing tango.

    And I will smile because you’re alive
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