As you again, my breath the wind,
Under the fiery circle of the afternoon,
Ave lavishes a return arrow,
random Crossing on the wings of the region of
A kiss, just south of the blue region
shadows, where the letter is purpose and
Designio, the ancestral stool of a thought.
Back my soul to you, as the flame to the sky,
Arrasando most voracious signs of a life
yield between regular dilemmas, traveler amazed
In the hours that they could not be attempted,
Voices who longs for the endless search
Crossroads goodbye embarrassing early
fearless Root the tree that gave
My wounds, doubts ploy seeking
His horizon in the void of oblivion infertile ...
As the flight of a bird arrow between two lips,
Like a rose straight into the curb of their destination.
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