RE: RE: If Not Now...When? (Original Poetry)
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RE: If Not Now...When? (Original Poetry)

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Life is a book that has no meaning if it has no erasures! Life, as painful as it is, we must live it, bet on it. Sometimes sadness or all the crises accumulate and hit us in the very center of life and we falter, we stagger, like the boxer who gets hit in the face. But still, the idea is not to fall, and if we do fall, to get up, every day, under all circumstances, to fight. Here in Venezuela we fight every day, because he who gets tired, loses. Nice day, my friend!