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Breathe

He goes in spoonfuls of sunshine and thoughts of frost this fall, the fields where the evening strolling a blanket of mist, mysterious approach to the secrets of night.

The mornings, before dawn, and are made of crystal the breath of earth dissolves lazy to kiss the new day.

Now the wait is more intense, is the latest colors and jeweled, intimate meditations on the water slide and dissolve horizon.

Life grain runs through the pages of a book, tasty music, only a few moments, only mine.

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... sometimes I lose, I do not understand, things become small boulders, and go back too introspective, I'll be immature teenager.
happens when you do not have enough time for me and who or what I love. Or maybe I do not even know when it happens, comes just as a perturbation, and upsets everyone and everything. It hurts me because everything I've become a doubt, including myself.
I do not want questions, I have already too many who do not give answers.

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Thoughts of Autumn November

I waited and let the time ran on its own, saying, "It will fall, while we live the present." And then you get intimate with your load, and once again surprised me with your glory as a prelude to the end of the year a beauty that I remember, forget, until you get in the spirit sopisco.

you dear friend to my loneliness, my season, the echo of my essence, and I find myself thinking that this is my life, after waiting for a magnificent warm, full of golden light, in to collect the fruits of summer. It turns off the fear of winter.