My eyes are for the light, for the spring green, for the white snow, for the gray clouds and for the blue of the sky, for the stars of the night and for the incredible miracle that around me there are so many wonderful people.
My lips are for kissing, and my hands to be gentle and sensitive. My heart is for love, for warmth and for those who live in loneliness and chill.
Nothing is useless. Everything has its deep significance.
Then why I'm not happy?
Are my eyes closed?
My mouth is bitter?
My hands are 'claws' without heart?
Or my heart is dry?
If your life ever seems too difficult, try doing a little like a clown, who cries in his heart, and yet, laughing, is playing the violin for a child to heal his heart tears.
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