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The water path

At times, such as loose cannon, this is the real ... But the poet carves


words and mind his dreams,
like water seeks the life and brook
the street, lit by a blinding sun

and extreme anxiety,
fears, needs and reasons
merging together. That road has always
path
appears that the sudden,
and falls below the cliff
who wants to find.

E 'Fate is Fate, Fortune

blindfolded and certainly is a night, a moonlight
a missed opportunity;
is pain, but kept within
that comes out of the water sprays are

wet cold that even the flowers;
is the eternal conquest of the true
onward to his God,
walking on a tight rope
forgetting ... oblivion

E 'embrace in the river valley than in calm and

to lick the piers of the bridge
without harm;
is Life, the mouth of the goal
that opens into the Sea ...