Thursday, August 23, 2012

God put a smile upon my face

I want to be remembered with a smile in my face. Smiling to life, even if life does not smile me back. Grinning, beaming with joy, laughing so hard that tears of joy run down my face. Do not want to be remembered with a serious expression, with my eyes drained of all positive emotion. I know life is tough sometimes, but you can find the brightside and find out a thousand of reasons to make the muscles of your face to exercise while lifting the corners of your upper lip in a fabulous motion.

Smile. Whichever is the way you want it. Either the concealed smile from one of the most admired paintings in the world, shown at the Denon Wing, 1st floor of the former Palace of the Kings of France that Louix XIV thought it was too small to live in; or the open-mouthed cynical expression of the Cheshire cat.