And with silence and bitterness.
Sadness to save this question.
the wrong time. The second
bad.
looking and looking for a relief.
A different way of seeing the world.
From so many perspectives.
That shows you life.
choose only a few ways.
few simple ways of reading.
From learning to sew wounds. To keep memories
scars.
And without thinking twice.
water mixes with oil.
hoping for different results. Waiting
have you ever had.
For a mere idea of \u200b\u200bhope.
An illusion that fills you with enthusiasm.
To understand the destination.
Apparently formless.
have different ways.
When shown in the formula.
As a more constant.
Playing away.
But defining the concepts.
And the points of view.
With so many ways of living.
Some try, and others manage to follow.
Because when you fall.
And you feel that you have trouble getting up.
implies a gift.
A gift the world.
That teaches you to appreciate.
To measure time well.
Because every passing day.
Each sun at dusk.
apparently unimportant.
And with nothing to learn.
is a way of life.
That speaks to the ear.
To tell you that happiness.
is a form of road.
And every smile you give.
Becomes caress.
ready to go.
Take your last breath.
well drained your thoughts.
Every feeling you paint colors.
Learn to read between the lines.
To hear the whisper of emotions.
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