Dark is the mystery that accompanies silent breath Shadows
my life ... Silences
vain fools alone
furtive little joys that come and go but never stay.
Brief flashes of light illuminate my being
extinguished and then disappear ... Capricious
melancholy mine to suffer eternal pretext
this is my opinion that my life.
A bonfire of thirst where my soul is burning endless maze
gray.
invincible and goes jeno
sweeping the vain
time lugging my youth rampage
the glorious years of youth.
eternal rain falls and falls steadily
prisoner of my passions, I'm still looking
I'm still waiting I'm still dreaming
that path strewn with flowers
guide me to clarity
finally take me to
the desired and elusive Happiness.
We have learned to fly like birds, swim like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living like brothers ... Martin Luther King 
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