is spreading in the stomach and squeezes the last two certainties left, arrives unexpectedly.
a long, long time living with fear, afraid to confront my expectations. I waited, imagined and built beautiful towers, attitudes and characters of the world that I ever wanted, I cut the edges of pages creased, glued parts and looked excited. I gave a drink to the hungry, who had no color in his horizon, knowing that the world at that time he ate me, I made a gift of my heart to those who felt the emptiness, to those who could not. The world at that time took my imagination to build a life for those who perhaps did not, I watched without saying anything, I have watched grow and become great feelings that were little seeds in me.
were good, generous but not naive ... I knew the world I avrrebbe restored back nothing. How much I fear sometimes when I hear that something is off when leaving a person along the way, when the misunderstanding is stronger when I do not understand, when you do not know. Fear that one day there will be no one to be able to hold his hand, fear that the world stops to paint the mountains, afraid to stop.
a long, long time living with fear, afraid to confront my expectations. I waited, imagined and built beautiful towers, attitudes and characters of the world that I ever wanted, I cut the edges of pages creased, glued parts and looked excited. I gave a drink to the hungry, who had no color in his horizon, knowing that the world at that time he ate me, I made a gift of my heart to those who felt the emptiness, to those who could not. The world at that time took my imagination to build a life for those who perhaps did not, I watched without saying anything, I have watched grow and become great feelings that were little seeds in me.
were good, generous but not naive ... I knew the world I avrrebbe restored back nothing. How much I fear sometimes when I hear that something is off when leaving a person along the way, when the misunderstanding is stronger when I do not understand, when you do not know. Fear that one day there will be no one to be able to hold his hand, fear that the world stops to paint the mountains, afraid to stop.
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