Sometimes you can read a lot, measuring situations, maybe on traffic signals
and its cars,
Maybe do you understand on the eyes of a princess a lot, but, man, do you
discovery much, very much, a real lot, in the old books, whenever do you find
for something…
Maybe your eyes flying over the mirror of your own existence, brother, maybe do
you desire
Close your eyes and don’t cry for the died of your dog last week
And maybe you smile can be sincere under the attitude of your deeper soul,
friend…
And the old books make you remember ancients poetries, ancient histories and
ancient knowledge, you know, man?
When the
scope of your disorder of existence pass on your heart like a deeply machine
Think that the world, it’s the same Earth on to exist ourselves, is completely
to love.
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