Sometimes the music will save me, just when I'm about to throw. I come from afar, through the wind with me in my walks, I discovered my face, I wake up, I open my eyes until they weep. The wind is coming from the sea, like all good things. Where is the sea there is always a hope to ride like a wave. I wonder why sometimes I'm blind, just when I should not be and instead I see too much when I do not want to see. But I learned that not everything can be answered and are probably also tired of trying to live continuously for a while senso.Voglio nell'indefinito, impalpable, in the dream world that is more courageous in my dreams. The wind blows in my face and I wake up, it's nice to hear him because it reminds me of myself and traces the path of tears, giving life and freedom to be.
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