The world's eyes of a child:
I still have that vision of pure black and white,
where the outlines of things are absolute limits,
without spaces between words, commas
to act as a traffic island.
"What is man?"
asked my father, remember that trees
overflowing beyond the sidewalks,
"its arguments, the fights? The loneliness
won,
companies that are changing,
faces are always the same?
believe in God, not man, and a moment later
believe the opposite? " I have always
a song,
be tied to the finger, to remind
:
"That 's what
turns night into day," he said,
"pure magic,
probably
or perhaps an equation.
learning, the solution
and use it when you need them,
is the line that marks the territory
between you and Tomorrow. "
I will, of course, when it
time, basting
Rock n 'Roll.
I Love You Samantha
Good October 28 My love
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