I do not know what has my back, maybe stories that air is carried. I look forward and see the triumph of hope with its own name.
smile. After a while I cry in a frenzy of euphoria and estremeciento; that it feels deep pain has been on the inside and finally make a living.
breathe slowly lest the wind to pass by. I open my eyes, let the golden light calque in my face and I stay, I let myself.
I dedicate it small, because I know you want to look ahead.
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