
Sometimes you read verses that others write, but that photograph
our image .....
these .... I'm there
smile
Those like me with a pile of tangled thoughts
heart. Those like me
if we are talking
suspect words, his voice trembling
of a vibration as if it had a swollen river
overwhelm you. Those
as
me smile and blush
if you call and say their name. Those like me
get angry, yell, do not convince
when touched with the flower
injustice. Those like me have
hands that want to communicate what
shake
between thoughts and the soul
... and create, build, paint and
communicate in a language not understood
often even their . Those like me
are silent but always think
speeches
most unexpected images of life ...
innarrestabilmente.
Those like me ...
(from Web)
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