African souls: VIII

Mom is my best friend not because she is my mom, but because – she is the one who understand me without my saying, she is the one who can read my eyes, she is the one who can read my painful heart,

African souls: III

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction (Rachel Carson).

Feel it…

The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever (Bob Marley).