lost soul the wind in the evenings spent in this sweltering city. And lost soul wandered blind alleys, avoiding the fear that life is passing before his eyes dead. Drifting stars without pale faces life in illusions. Empty-handed. Dreams in suspension.
But the wind, volatile element, changed its direction to the destination file does not surrender. And they flew away, and leave your life to chance. With bare feet began to move, leaving behind what had been until now their reality.
Before him shape a new horizon, new waters to shake, fresh shoots of grass on which to be stroked. New words to convey a whisper in foreign nights. A new wind that morning from bridges evening, will drop the nostalgia of yesterday.
PD. Soon I will write from elsewhere, from other windows from other landscapes. I'm leaving my current life in search of what I need, I hope to find ... This has been one of the reasons for my absence these last few days, too many things to do before leaving. Try to write again soon, but I do you have in mind if it takes a little ... greetings to all who pass by here.
But the wind, volatile element, changed its direction to the destination file does not surrender. And they flew away, and leave your life to chance. With bare feet began to move, leaving behind what had been until now their reality.
Before him shape a new horizon, new waters to shake, fresh shoots of grass on which to be stroked. New words to convey a whisper in foreign nights. A new wind that morning from bridges evening, will drop the nostalgia of yesterday.
PD. Soon I will write from elsewhere, from other windows from other landscapes. I'm leaving my current life in search of what I need, I hope to find ... This has been one of the reasons for my absence these last few days, too many things to do before leaving. Try to write again soon, but I do you have in mind if it takes a little ... greetings to all who pass by here.
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