These small words fly in the air and spinning in the mind
do you live, stop on a sheet,
whisper in the ear of someone, if ever.
not always express what we expected to hear
sometimes stumble in what we wanted to say.
merge troubled because, without an idea of \u200b\u200b
then. But who knows
nuances is beyond fantastic images
intent to open up horizons varied openings, doors open wide to see
inevitable uncertainties.
And especially why the journey continues.
But if the seed germinates around damn
of silence that feeds the empty
the flow stops. and we do little.
Useless-returnable bottles, nothing else.
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