Live your life so that the priest won't get bored when he confesses you

Live your life so that the priest won't get bored when he confesses you, To have legends and songs of stars to listen to, Stories in which each day is an adventure, every night a mystery, And your soul, a canvas on which dreams dance freely. Walk through the world as though it's an enchanted realm, Where every crossroad hides a gateway to other worlds, Every laugh is a spell that opens hearts, And every tear, a precious pearl that lights the depths. Love with the passion of the never-setting sun, In your hearts, let the primordial fire burn, Every love, a chapter written with the ink of the moon, And every parting, a falling star that grants wishes. Travel through the seasons as through the pages of a sacred book, Spring to bloom your soul, summer to ignite your senses, Autumn to gather the fruits of your thoughts, winter to purify your dreams, Every step, a story, every breath, a song. When you speak with the shepherd of souls, Tell him about flights to unknown heavens, About nights spent under the cloak of stars, And about the dawns in which you were reborn from your own ashes. Live your life in a carnival of colors, sounds, fragrances, Leave behind memories that shine brighter than any treasure, Let your life be a work of art that knows no end, And when the time comes to leave the earth, let your story fly free, In a universe where magic is the breath of every moment, And where every spoken word adds a star to the celestial vault of eternity.