Saudade is a bit of affection that was, but still lives in, was but did not carry in the luggage the affection exchanged, forgot to take the good memories. He left the perfume in the air, the memory of the kiss, the embrace. It was, but left a trail of good things.
Nostalgia hurts, but when it's all we've been thinking: There are forgetfulness that saves us from sorrow, that comforts us, nourishes our hearts. Still good ...
(Text by Rita Maidana)
A big hug and a blessed Sunday with the family.
Joy, health abundance.
"To donate blood is to give life"
