Entered in the wrong place ...
He sat.
Sat in those rubber fell ...
Bad blood.
Left with the certainty that would reach
Arrived with the same certainty in the eyes ...
Not something that speaks understand
But the memory tab for some time
Still do not know where you are
sitting
And yet there are different ways of looking.
I live on this earth
live as if it were dying
not cling to people
and do not come a dawn
Rush is such
Look at you to see
Who is young just wait
The day of stale
At this time many things
May even happen
But life bit by bit
You end up losing
If you do not live, if you do not cry
Dies without knowing...
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