Sorry not love Thee. There are times when dreams are not what we want.
The road is lost among the leafy trees is white, so clear as to be annoying. E 'was born from those stones that seem so thin sand, silent and permeable. As the water of the river that takes all the evils and pulls them along. This path is our "way of revolution, a revolution from empty despair.
There is a residential suburb, there are beautiful homes and friends to invite, there are no birthdays for children, gardens to grow.
There are no more dreams for people unhappy that they are aware of being such.
can no longer pretend, we can not cling to any more, the future is not, to the happiness of the little things.
No more room for believers to be happy and does not know not to be.
Sorry could not leave.
I regret not being able to stay.
I have no dreams for now. Believe me if I say so. I have no dreams to make because my body can not endure. I'm a fool in a normal world and the nomal in the world of the insane.
I have a drop of happiness in a sea of \u200b\u200bpossibilities.
And I will not get them dry, I will continue to be bathed in these projects, such thoughts that arise in day and night, chasing each other, you are beautiful and possible, forgettable and outclassed by something even better, at least to my eyes.
Leave me here as I've already left there, to find myself again, different but equal. In a new context to chase a need: that of an infinite garden, where there is no trial and no truth. But only
emotions.
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