Valelapena

I dont care if you find him dancing in a bar. I dont care if it's in the midst of tradition, or by yourself with your head in a pillow. I dont care if you find him in the eyes of a starving child or the hands of a homeless old one. Written in the skies is his love for you, pouring out of the atoms in the air, from the smile of a child to the tears of a childless mother, he is smiling and crying just for you. Find him, for he is worth looking for.