is this smell of cold, musty ...
reminds me
lit places where there are,
where you were and now you gone.
not expect anything from me:
I can not offer anything I can not offer
nothing to anyone but my
same as I am.
do not know the difference between ignorance and growth
.
Should we leave the tree stuck
on which we come to this place?
You were sailing
helping to drive, and then
were happy to be who we were.
Wind
takes you to places you do not know.
The sea brings me to keep discovering islands
in search of the sacred treasure.
want to know,
after so long
what are we?
I know I am:
to shout fire
tattoo on earth.
What I am and you are?
find still not finished, not finished
feel or feel.
I feel that I've lost you forever
,
but you are here ...
I could not keep up and
, your hand
always been willing to stand up.
One day you will go completely ...
yes now I suffer your absence,
after
die of loneliness and heartbreak,
to me as I do not remember.
're hue tasteless
telling me that life goes on,
worth ... which must be experienced.
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