be back, opening the door, I say ... I love my reach
home ...
As smells, the light having
Almost without noise today has more to do with me,
That quiet place, a refuge indeed.
In these days of return to paradise, the city, is rougher, more fierce.
is true that feeds me, and I belong to the vortex almost infamous ...
I am part accomplice could choose something else ... And that I'm looking for courage,
me I have faith, but tonight, do not get anything more than the presence in me.
The simplicity of being just, here and now, in this warm palm of hand,
he knows to be my home.
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