Changing the appearance of the journal, like me. I am rare (though "seeing" is not entirely correct, because every day I am more blind).
About tract (Fito)
Some days it seems
never going to put out the sun, and other
are sadder than
a farewell at the station.
is like our life
that when everything goes well ...
one day
twist a corner and you twist your well.
This web
hanging in my room
not take it off, it does nothing,
only occupies the corner.
I grew up near the tracks
and therefore know that
sadness and joy,
riding the same train
Want to see the world?
Look beneath your feet.
Over the years
nothing is as I dreamed.
If you do not close your eyes,
many things not seen.
I have no fear of the devil you do not see
I can not burn?
No more fire in hell
which is under my skin.
All
good and evil fit into a role.
Want to see the world?
Look beneath your feet.
CHTM
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