You want me to stay next to the last when you do not talk while here, here, a tear is caught in the web of eyelashes and remains there with fear of falling do not want to see anyone or by yourself. even when I go I'll do it with a smile that will light in my eyes just offered to those who never open them but soon it will do and then, yes, yes my eyes still see the sunrise behind the trees that rise from the dark. yes and they will see countless young people and colors in a single city as big as this look is great hope that I have of seeing you again and then all this immense valley incredible starry eyes will see it as my first and then if you meet will laugh because then recognize your own. Eros R.
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