Dreams are like doves which are struggling to fly, but do not lose hope and do everything possible to stay in the sky.
caresses them, I feel the smell and then I lose myself in the sad anguish of daily agony.
The cube rolls and often his face toward the audience is happy.
When noticing is like seeing one thousand mirrors that reflect light outside, but behind it is dark obscuring the minds and souls freezes. They do not know, still happy to take pleasure in the beauty that surrounds, but all of a sudden the rain comes.
When I look in your eyes the smile back, but I can not look down, because my shyness does not allow me to continue to observe your freshness, although I would still hours in front of your face.
the admiring makes me happy, and in that I can find all the serenity that I was missing until a moment before.
I want to get the spell. Because this trap?
I entered the maze, there are. It 's great, dark, and I'm just tired and dizzy. I fall against the walls, disoriented and confused.
Seeking the gap and do not find it and in the meantime, I pray that peace comes the sweet.
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