Among the old traditions of Men (and Women, But of course!), There are celebrations.
are an appreciation for learning (and not die in the attempt), being a year among the living, celebrate a moment happiness, by recalling a moment of misery ... and know you can survive it.
are an appreciation for learning (and not die in the attempt), being a year among the living, celebrate a moment happiness, by recalling a moment of misery ... and know you can survive it.
Many women and many men do not celebrate this day, or rather, tonight. That, Ladies and Gentlemen, is of no importance (Arturo de Cordova dixit).
Because the essence of humanity, of that ancient race of men, was thankful for every day, be happy every moment possible, learn from mistakes and sorrows, bad mouthed the words and gestures misunderstood.
Believe (because I've experienced). When people are most desolate, hopeless, bitter and skeptical when they are most surprising and need a friendly gesture or a smile for no reason.
And this is precisely what I send, from the bottom of my heart unicorniano, on this day, for tonight, which is (or should be, along with most of the nights) Christmas Eve.
With a hug for all my colleagues and friends, both "virtual" as "non-virtual, dismissed (as everyone knows, there are many things to do at this time for the Unicorns),
the ubiquitous Horse with Horn ...
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