ho is the Angel of love, l'ange d'amour, angelo d'amore, el angel de amor
 
To me is so funny when someone tells me that "I do not believe in anything because there is so much injustice in the world". My question to them is: I guess you are doing a lot to rectify that. I do respect their choice to believe in nothing. But it is an immature statement. We are the cause of all the pain, poverty, abuse, social disparity that exists in our planet. When a river over flows causing devastation to the people that lived in that zone, it is because of plain greediness from the company that decided that it is okay to build houses there, and the use of cheap materials. When a child is being abused, it is because someone is getting pleasure out of it. People being hungry is because governments and markets are controlling the inflow of goods in their country in order to control people. It is us that cause horrible harm to each other, and to our beautiful planet. Death is not a punishment. We were born to die. We are part of nature. God nor nature sees us as any different from a tree or a bird. We are here. This moment is what counts. So do something to make someone's life a better experience.
 
Yes, You are! Your beauty is not in the way you dress or the way you wear your make up or the way you do your hair. Your beauty is in knowing that you are beautiful. This I must say, because I know you might look at yourself in the mirror and compare yourself with models or actresses or someone that you might consider beautiful. That beauty that you see is just a mask. A temporary mask of ideals created by whom? I must ask... A temporary moment of youth, liftings, cuttings and plumping. This type of beauty does not endure the passing of time. It fades like smoke into the air and cracks like eggshells stepped by a vain ego. I will tell you what is beauty. Beauty is the heart of a woman that possesses kindness, love and generosity. Beauty is the smile she has because she knows that she relies in her strength. Beauty is how her words are kisses that heal a wounded heart. Beauty is her sensual mystery of being a woman. Beauty is knowing that she is beautiful because she is a woman. Just being a woman of character formed by her passions and ideals, her hopes and her dreams, her ups and downs is what makes her beautiful. She is a woman, she is a queen and a princess, she is myth and a reality, she is  the goddess and the virgin, she is the eternal fruit of creation. Yes, so know you know. Stand up straight and look at the world with new eyes and know that you are beautiful!