The green leaves filter the sunlight and the slight quiver of the wind draw intricate patterns on my skin ...
Silence. Peace. Reboso joy.
In my mind, the poet is working frantically. A beautiful smile, more so for being honest ... Impossible to hide a flush ... Deep eyes, of which I can never leave ... With that task is here to stay.
crazy In my heart cries out, sings, dances ... Want to take control, do not know, but it does.
And all my being surfing the promise of perhaps lost in the wandering of the desire of the minstrel and unbalanced ... Mixing fair, accurate and imagination, trying to shape reality at will.
While mad poet shudders entertain an element in me ...
Will my soul? Concerned at the possibility of meeting a wonderful soul?
Yes, my soul breathed a new freshness to the promise of another soul. Of a soul deep and mysterious as the fertile mountain valleys or black chasms forgotten the vast sea. A cheerful soul like music, like dance, as the frenetic life of the beings of the forest. A rebellious and wicked soul, who spend hour upon hour sharing ideas. And above all the promise of magic, that wonderful energy that only a few have ...
And I open my eyes and laugh. Rio because I pity me laugh because I'm happy. I live with dreams and hopes are met and because I know that I have the courage to try.
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