T ot just a summer night, of those that reminds one full winter, the sea and palm trees, those in which there is so comfortable that one is not able 'realize the privilege that is living.
not. The sea waves resonate inside the head and inside the soul, and purify, because deep-well, not so deep, it is sad ... Some feel the salt curing me within me as I healed the wound of the knee.
infinity in front, lying understandable that 8 was visible on the horizon obscured the sun as it sets. The desert sand and sad, like me, forgotten by the people who do not have too left the imprints of her body.
And I, I, I always planted in front of the blue immensity that moves endlessly, which comes and goes, and there again, and never stops. The mystery of life, the sea, unmoved by the finiteness of those who look on, thinking sadly of those who keep on trying on the immutability of things and moving things and the mother gave birth, why not find the answer to scandal of existence. [...] Read T.
not. The sea waves resonate inside the head and inside the soul, and purify, because deep-well, not so deep, it is sad ... Some feel the salt curing me within me as I healed the wound of the knee.
infinity in front, lying understandable that 8 was visible on the horizon obscured the sun as it sets. The desert sand and sad, like me, forgotten by the people who do not have too left the imprints of her body.
And I, I, I always planted in front of the blue immensity that moves endlessly, which comes and goes, and there again, and never stops. The mystery of life, the sea, unmoved by the finiteness of those who look on, thinking sadly of those who keep on trying on the immutability of things and moving things and the mother gave birth, why not find the answer to scandal of existence. [...] Read T.
Ignacio Segura Renau
20 December 2008
20 December 2008
"I can not change the wind direction, but to fit the candles always arrive at my destiny. "JD 
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