"such a hurry have to do, write and let our voice heard
in the silence of eternity, we forget the only really important: living .
Robert Louis Stevenson
The wind will not stop
because they expect.
Clouds
not return to able to love.
The shadow, the reality
where you hide,
leave you naked.
And the garden without its carnations
without laughter.
Off his youth that he would not wait,
nothing is coming to them.
After the smoke
they hide and I do not know.
and leave the hustle
to love.
Take my shoes and come
.
after dawn
the path, going barefoot
and still is to arrive.
fill
After
the nose of honey, kiss
after
other lips.
Clouds
not return to able to love.
Jpac
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