His kisses are like pieces of peace, more
Our people sometimes suffocate. We ease the day
tenderly
for them to be sweet and serene, but in vain
so carefully paddled,
power anyway they will hit the rocks. Then
would like to become a vessel to protect them against the waves, trying to be
boat and paddler, sea and rowing, all for mecerles
gently as if our hands were whole life,
but this requires us to deliver to
oceans despite our resistance.
There are times when we leave the solutions to them
like clusters of grapes hanging within reach,
and come to believe that they always ofecerán Free
its sweetness.
Sometimes I'm trying to cover silk,
that even soft, light him away from the sun and wind.
Instead, I'd rather be a cup of warm chocolate,
that cool slowly his hands when it's cold
which small sip,
to be his own body that generates heat.
I realize, for his bravery at the small things,
for his impatience and fatigue immediately
only to face
calm and storms will be strong,
but much more than that achieved
verdaeramente be free.
laws of the universe I have not invented it myself.
is they I have been voicing his
existence in the midst of my anxiety to find answers:
"Happiness does not mean absence of pain and love
not to remove him from suffering, but
support them during this."
hurts wisdom and calm as well,
I know no other way to them.
Ah! children. Honey and sleeplessness.
That when the sea takes them,
them back to the serenity of its depths!
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