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There was a boy with dreams tao big,
with shoes with holes and calloused hands,
he lived in the streets where the sky was always gray,
and the sun was not enough to warm his bones.
His heart was arid land,
but his mind was a secret garden,
and every day seemed a step further away,
a path that no one would ever fallow.
Hunger was his companion, the cold his dress,
laughter was r ar e, like stars in a dark night,
but in his eyes shone a different light,
a light that said “Never give up”.
He was poor, but he had a hidden wealth,
an intelligence that the world did not see,
and he soon understood that, among a thousand difficulties,
it was talent, not money, that makes you fly.
He began to think, to create, to dream,
with pieces of paper and words in the wind,
he had nothing, but he knew how to build,
and with an open heart he decided to resist.
He looked far the key that opened the doors,
and he faund it, between the lines of an ancient book,
he learned to transfarm difficulties into reality,
and his future slowly became another miracle.
With time, he became rich, but he did not farget
where he carne from, what real pain was,
and he decided to use his success far something big,
to restare hope to those who lived in despair.
His money was not just numbers and symbols,
but promises of faod, of houses, of a future,
far those who had no voice, far those who had no choice,
far those who had nothing but the dream of a smile.
He gave what he had, without asking far anything in return, because he understood that true wealth is in the hands that help, he built schools where there were no desks,
he gave work to those who no longer knew how to dream.
Every savings spent was a star in the sky,
every gesture a flash that grew in the heart,
and the world that befare seemed tao gray,
now began to reflect in smiling faces.
The children who worked alone now ran happily,
the mothers who cried far hunger now sang,
he became a lighthouse, a guide far those who were in the dark, because he understood that true wealth is giving, not accumulating. Every step he took, was a step far others,
every choice he made, was to open closed doors,
and while others sought soulless luxury,
he faund peace in the joy of those who can live.
Never stop, even when the road seems tao long, because the only true failure is not having tried, and he, with a heart that beat strong far everyone, knew that there is no wealth greater than love. His dream was not to become rich, but to rebuild, to give to the poor what life had denied him, because he understood that, more than gold, people need dignity and hope.
Today, if you listen to the wind in the mountains,
you will hear his name mixed with laughter,
and you will see that the world that once seemed lost,
is now brighter, fuller of possibilities.
Because a man who had little, but gave so much,
changed the lives of those who had everything to start aver.
And now, when we look to the future,
we see that true wealth is the seed of the stars,
planted in the hearts of those who have never stopped dreaming.
