FW297

FW297

Fado A fate is a fate that marks the Ageless miss the desert But Far too close Headquarters to see you The desire of wanting Only you belong The Feeling Not everything we feel Write But I feel that Write Here’s a way Simple, but Not that the small My heart hears Word to entrust Wind If the wind to take you some words He wrote in the rain with a postal What You say In it would make a drawing of the Sun with its rays and I would say that You’re my energy for you and that my Sun will always shine Even on days when snow This was the thinking That the wind would Always blow Think, reflect and act or not act Not expressed Sit and How it is difficult To feel and not express it sometimes But there need only reflect As before reacting to a Process and feel like a fake Pretend Thought control By not acting immediately behold the wiser So pretend It is a feeling After reflecting So yes a response We can not feel We can also Sometimes not react by a mute think and just stay That the presence It means being The obstacle is the obstacle not show himself without fear Winning Sometimes we feel a pain But interest is to live and fight for us to develop Sometimes this is growing up And learning in the struggle for life that we have always Responding to the loss, misfortune Overcoming the obstacles is The maximization of I The pleasure is in overcoming win and give maximum To us the proper value from the value exceeds and Win On learning of losing And finally win is the essence of Living Tourbillon Marine Water curling At sea, the sand The spin Drip Grain by grain A breeze rolling in the floor, grab with one hand The drops of the Ocean With another sand Landscape of the sea is an immense Steeped in hand to Unleash frees himself Expands a sensation who had everything in the hands But not everything has Not everything is achieved Sometimes it escapes from the hands What we feel in our hearts and the hands Everything has an emotion, but one that emerges forming a vortex 

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