Just love me...

What do we precisely call the beauty? How can we judge? Which are the rules? Where is the mould, the womb, the calibre?
So, let’s love ourselves just as we are, just for what we are, old or young, big or small, white or black, nice or... just different.
Magazines and TV just show us everyday a certain image of the beauty which is calibrated, detailed, quantified, analysed, weighted, elected, bought, sold, wasted... But there are billions of different beauties around the universe, and each of them is worth as a unique piece of art... This is simple: we are all beautiful my friends, just because emerged from the same divine dream, from the same love wish, from the same infinite hope...
Some are calling that concept God, I would just say the Universal Conscience...
And our merged souls would be the most wonderful art gallery we could imagine...

Ladies and gentlemen, here is Orson, and he is a so beautiful piece of dog...