There are many types of beauty......

There are many types of beauty. 
As many shades and hues to describe it. 
There is the beauty of childhood, 

of the new and fresh, 
the moment of pleasure even passenger, 
the surprisingly finding, 

as capturing the moment. 
There is a beauty that can only take the path. 
It is precisely the beauty of being the spectator, 
but one that is brewing to cross it. 
It is no scenery nor adornment, is process. 
I find beauty in everything. 
There is in the dentures of a grandfather, 
in their old cigars and smoke them every reason to January 9. 
In fine lines that are made to your mother when she laughs, 
in my worn sweater, 

fotito instant we keep, 
your vase together with glue and letters with stamps mail. 
To see this beauty must love to the core. 
And buy the package with all their garbage inside. 
Understand why Prince rose always be the most beautiful 
and to look at the beauty of autumn is possible only 

because it was already spring. 
It is not love that is born equal, 

as that which he grew up. 
Beauty is to have the whole story, 
where rotation begins to love more and want less. 
To explain the difference between value and price. 
The exquisite beauty of time.