From humility I look to tomorrow.
really exist. Sleep, dream and resurrected.
speak, sigh, suffer and love.
in love I see what you own: pure love, pure love.
I will deliver it.
Love
temples and powerful hearts,
love that comes from errors and goes to the sublime.
Another door opens suddenly.
grow
doubt, confusion and fear.
In a sense of failure can be anything but rebellion.
This is the work of a renewed strength to keep while he lives here in my secrets, I
soul in the warm precincts of the fictional character such as mystery, shadow and yesterday.
José Cuadrado Morales.
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