is my destiny, stone path, a distant dream and beautiful life, I am a pilgrim. As much as the happiness I seek, I live grieving, and when I quedame, life, me I walk. Tell me the ungrateful, but that's not true. I have inside an engine that never fails to roll over, I have in the soul a conviction never get sea destination. As a kid I had a garden, but I escaped to another city, and it did not help that all the time I was going round and round in life to try to react, I was in the same place and under the same skin at the same ceremony. Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like the memory, falling on my head like a new emotion ... is never sad truth is that which has no cure.
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