When I think of you think the world has a different taste, lying slows to store all those feelings that shine, you're covered, that they feel.
Fear suddenly becomes a creature far from ridicule, because I know the difference between not having and having you near me and with me. Rocked the hunger to know you, to meet, share ideas that have made us grow together, that look on to remind us every balcony in each city as we are. Sometimes stupid, funny, ironic and passionate, and self-centered imparanoiati, lonely and gray colors but never perfect, the spectators of the circus that we love, we tremble waiting for the balance falls to the ground, shaking and at the same time hoping that this will happen . Have the thrill of the unexpected with us in the meantime.
My friend thank you.
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