#wrinkles I looked in the mirror and found that there were many wrinkles, around the eyes, in the mouth, in the forehead. I have wrinkles because I had friends... and we laughed, but so much, to tears. I have wrinkles because I've known the love that made me squeeze my eyes with joy. I have wrinkles because I had kids and worried about them from conception, but also because I smiled at all their new discoveries and because I spent many nights in clear. Got wrinkles because I cried too... I cried for the people I loved who left for a short time or forever knowing or not knowing why. I have wrinkles because I spent sleepless hours to observe the projects that went well... but also to care for child fever, to read a book or give attention to my love. I saw beautiful, new, places that made me open my mouth amazed and saw the old, old, places that made me cry. Inside every groove on my face, my story is hidden... the emotions I've experienced... my most intimate beauty. And if I delete this, I delete myself. Every wrinkle is a joke of my life, a beat of my heart, the photo album of my most important memories!
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