start the year tanned skin and a cinnamon stick, mind away from the stunning and with an eye on the horizon that was behind the clouds.
Today begins to rain.
Yes, they have been months of complete obstruction of drought, stubbornly impenetrable anything lying on my bed. He went missing, without touching, without feeling my own breath, into a floating vessel with no known destination.
That's life. Is returned to it without knowing when she left. They break the lights, sing the hearing and muscles asleep, they see new textures. It revives. There are new creases in their palms and the sky. It breathes better. Inflation of the chest and comes in fresh air. It melts desolation. It recalls the lost paradise.
Today is sunny where you pressed the dark.
I have not simply continue with my growth had left broken.
Thanks to this thing called Life.
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