I persisted, despite having slipped in the unpredictable curve. I insist, despite that I stayed an insurmountable obstacle. Greeting his life, despite having woken up to the tragic void.
If I did not know how to count the years, I insist in protecting the moment. If I'm lost, I do not let the soul dirty, the serum and the milk does not cut me amareggerà. Spread the oil on the scratches. I close my eyes to the magic hateful. I forward.
darkness of the fog, I notice that my face cloud continues to smile. The murmuring brook, I let her cry my heart calm. I admire the eternal tide, it approximates the violence of my future.
Mosses, ivy, thistles have clung to my soul. Transform your hands into scissors gardener. I leave the network, the screams in the trapper and manages to calm my anxious sleep.
I tried to run away and I ended up surrendering to myself. Dreams served to my raft to make the mooring at the port of reality. Utopias have made me take root. Delirai. Now I sit in the rocking chair of lucidity adulthood.
High wind whistle for the opening of my castle, now impregnable. My awkward adolescence was dissolved in hope. I opened the windows and doors of my house fragile. I turn to the breath of the wild. I welcome the rain squall that blows away the dust of my vanity.
If I did not know how to count the years, I insist in protecting the moment. If I'm lost, I do not let the soul dirty, the serum and the milk does not cut me amareggerà. Spread the oil on the scratches. I close my eyes to the magic hateful. I forward.
darkness of the fog, I notice that my face cloud continues to smile. The murmuring brook, I let her cry my heart calm. I admire the eternal tide, it approximates the violence of my future.
Mosses, ivy, thistles have clung to my soul. Transform your hands into scissors gardener. I leave the network, the screams in the trapper and manages to calm my anxious sleep.
I tried to run away and I ended up surrendering to myself. Dreams served to my raft to make the mooring at the port of reality. Utopias have made me take root. Delirai. Now I sit in the rocking chair of lucidity adulthood.
High wind whistle for the opening of my castle, now impregnable. My awkward adolescence was dissolved in hope. I opened the windows and doors of my house fragile. I turn to the breath of the wild. I welcome the rain squall that blows away the dust of my vanity.
Sketches of inclement weather a storm wash my sadness. I breathe in the damp dawn. So greet the sun, I ask him to guide me during the day.
Porto rough gravel in the lining. I do not collect the rarities. Even my greatest treasures are only semi-precious stones. I do not put the auction that I love. I try to put the lock on the wealth that touches me. I feel the foxes do not destroy my vineyards. Jackals will not fit in my bed where I keep what I love so much.
Saddened, I notice that a dark void has clouded the eyes of my companions. Sad to see the stolen life, I put a tattoo on the skin with the commandment to live with intensity. And do not lose your soul, marco shoe should love. Love the beauty, life, justice, goodness.
When no sense, suffice it to peace, peace that goes beyond all understanding. Even when I do not like anyone, I know I can hear: "You are my beloved son about where my heart is satisfied."
Porto rough gravel in the lining. I do not collect the rarities. Even my greatest treasures are only semi-precious stones. I do not put the auction that I love. I try to put the lock on the wealth that touches me. I feel the foxes do not destroy my vineyards. Jackals will not fit in my bed where I keep what I love so much.
Saddened, I notice that a dark void has clouded the eyes of my companions. Sad to see the stolen life, I put a tattoo on the skin with the commandment to live with intensity. And do not lose your soul, marco shoe should love. Love the beauty, life, justice, goodness.
When no sense, suffice it to peace, peace that goes beyond all understanding. Even when I do not like anyone, I know I can hear: "You are my beloved son about where my heart is satisfied."
Soli Deo Gloria
From: Ricardo Gondim
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