And today I get to be a child, and my jugute world. A 297 km / h fast the landscape changes, different shades of green is happening ... I smile. I know everything when I see is mine, mine with just wanting ...
I play my brand gift once removed the satin ribbon and torn colored paper that I could see inside. Levanto hopeful vision for a moment, but I'm just, no more children to play with.
and wane, waning, waning ... I am engulfed in my toy: green, rock, blue glass and spin and hit me. Everything stops.
Bellows, rumble of distant drums, beats a huge heart. The sea pounds the rocks, with energy, with passion. Oh, treacherous seas, how many times I tried to deny your love and today, the first contact, and I know the river childishly in love with you. Vast sea, eternal sea, promise of greatness, delivered muse, with whom I can share you?
promises and dreams that can never be fulfilled, walk among rocks and caves lulling your pace, caressed by the breeze and I need a hand with mine. My soul needs another soul, someone who read my words and with a tear on the cheek (or maybe a drop of rain) I stole a kiss.
The storm is coming, my soul is shaken with the roar of thunder, eager to grow, develop from the coast to the mountains and riding the dark clouds get you wherever you are, whoever you are, as you tear through your recognize you and your kiss will take my soul. At that moment a new story will begin and the covenant, my muse, will be closed. That kiss, if your simple promise and inspired my words, raise my soul to places unknown to me, but, I suspect, there, and I'll grab your hand so that you can also see them.
write. I'll write. We write. We write our own place, a corner between fantasy and reality where we can shelter if something goes wrong or need privacy. Whether you're a lady of the forest, a people's princess of the fairy or the most humble among humans, you will be queen and I'll minstrel. I'll be a goddess and a poet will be legend, story, song, poem ...
Longing to know and see the world as so imagine how I want, I long to feed my soul with the beauty or the same Gea man has created. Find other souls, changing stories stories, images, memories, a tear and a kiss snatched.
The storm stops and I have not found. I become a small man to be great to play a crazy dreamer in search of their history. A man with a pencil and a notebook, that's my only power, my only possession of value now. The blue horizon is quiet. That strange smile back to me and I find myself wanting to sing. The way back is still long and cold, I leave here today, but my journey begins and before the sea and rocks promise I'll find you and your tears will be my kiss.
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