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One afternoon, a silence that becomes thought, the incredible desire to run, jump, feel the life, blood in the veins, the joys, fears, heard in the bottom water, a river that runs and bleeds emotion. It would be simpler to fulfill desires, white lies are mixed with the sweet feeling of knowing that you get close to my heart.

While walking, I see you and I miss your scent, the freshness of your lips, it's like to feel under my feet the delicacy of grass at dawn. One way to believe in life and immediately you feel so accomplished, come and learn together in this game to love, to long without fear.

So many times I found you in my fears, in the worst moment of all my sufferings, as were door that opens into the darkness, and your air, you breathe in and out of your mouth is the food of my lungs to wake up hard every day to enjoy the sun still, without that strange feeling of suffering, powerless and want to forget how I loved you.

And like everything, it's final. Time to say goodbye without looking back, to reach new stages where the illusion is my north, the engine on purpose. Everything was always to reach the same conclusion: to understand, once and for all that if I live and smile is for me and nothing else. Because I'm in the venom of your eyes, warm and penetrating look that drives my motivation.

But now life is another, and with it, me too. I have given way to a new style, a new mechanism of learning. It may be difficult, but ultimately must be the best option, at least for me. It does not mean it's wrong to dedicate a couple of poems, an emotion, llegarte three wishes deep into the heart, but life is more than search: is found. And one way or another have felt that the more I look, the less I find.

understood the first step and accept the fact becomes an obstacle that leads me to my own happiness. There may come the day look back and just be thankful for every lesson I've learned, for if it is true a lot to learn, I feel that I have corrected a lot in my life, and that makes me a proud and in a push to continue.

The pain will never cease to exist, but the absurdity of thinking that there is no way to be happy.

Now I sleep my ideas and I sang a song as a poem to heal the wounds to wake up the past has left behind. I share my life with someone, be brave and that I want. But above all, I want to die with certainty that I was who I wanted to be faithful and loyal to every principle that took as its own; die with a clear conscience, rested, die with a smile painted.