With the sun on my feet I feel the heat that makes me regain my sanity, may be a simple reflection through the window, even I can sense a lie on my pillow, a pain breathe in the aroma of Your perfume, where the melancholy feeling strange play cards with memory. Barefoot, I enjoy this break tenderly gives me life, where energy starts to recover part of the equation.
I can already distinguish the horizon the ship of speaking, which so often mentioned in the stories I heard reciting the time, a sadness that accompanies each boat with the wind, and with each stroke, each wave , hoping to disperse the heat, I can run into in front of a truth without fear that whispers me the reason to continue.
A tear that travels through the ocean is to cover the food of life, a bitterness involved in the role of illusion is perhaps a strange way to understand the irony of this story. You lose every detail of your life, you lose your dreams and happiness, however you keep strong and steady, you keep being who always has been, in every moment becomes meaningless, but the next minute the reasons are disguised in the middle of the movement of the sea with the dryness in your mouth and the incredible desire to see beyond infinity, you propose that despite the injuries are going to continue, soul intact, displaying a patience and convincing you not have thought to yourself that this worthwhile.
The sun has now reached my chest while preparing the evening, so slow yet so fast that if you want to stay staring at the sun in just a blink and there is nothing to see, just the red color of the sky that merges with the delicacy of a painter while doing his work as playing God in the midst of turmoil.
And you think, and feel, you do count the seconds in your mind. And you know this life is not a game as many believe, because despite being short, accurate and righteous, then at least we get what we reap. So I have been keeping silence to reassure me in this racket, I've been keeping in touch to calm me this trouble, above all, I a secret hidden inside me that keeps me alive, an idea turned into illusion. It's a simple reason to give impetus to my lungs, a way of saying words of love in my heart to stop beating no, I think that despite all these blows to my feet, now I can smile with the comfort that I put in one of my pockets.
Now the sun reaches my face, and I have to close your eyes for the blow of the light rays. I take this break to thank each of my steps, because now, now that I see that boat on the horizon, I realize that it's time to go, to end this situation and continue. Now, as I feel the waves dying on my feet, while sun embraces me with your precious heat, understand that it is a good time to stop counting the seconds in my mind, I lose the weight you charge for the bag on my back, and replace every bad memory by the certainty of knowing that no pass unnoticed, and that these words find a new destination.
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