Perhaps the language is over ... the existing thousands of words have already left my hands ... my eyes and my lips ... I am empty of loneliness that pervades every corner of my being ... turns me .. . muta my fickle emotions every day ... ... peace now become pain ... pain turns to anger ... anger turns to love ...
Love .. now you sound both dream ... a dream that every person longs to reach over the years ... to look at any couple holding hands ... accompanying laughter with the whisper of leaves fall to the bold wind that blows ... the rise looks like freedom imagining the fall ... not thinking that when you touch the ground one has to tread the clueless ... It
or a dream ... a piece that was born ... little ... green ... color ... life is beautiful and growth when it reaches its fullness ... gets a burst that started falling ... ... feel the vertigo ... know that soon hit rock bottom ... but believe in the possibility that luck is on their side and another stream the rise ... the weather is so imprecise as it is the destination .. . but in the end the only certainty is that fall ...
When I look at the leaves caress my feet ... I think I'm even executioner of my dreams ... and reach thousands of questions in my head ... confused and desperate transpired so sad ... the pain ... I note melancholy gestures ... in the shadows under my eyes ... the smile is not mechanical ... I have nothing but cold and a strange feeling that comes over me
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