Cold and crystal clear as my skin ... silk ... as heart pounding, ready to burst like a runaway horse ... My skin stuck to the bones that were just rebuilt, sealing each scar of my hardest-fought battle and when you colaste to the core of each of my bones, disarming and sprayer to me to ashes ...
And suddenly, my bones were strong, my heart was filled with warmth, silk of my skin deleted wounds, carrying my life in oblivion and hope ... and was reborn as a bird take flight again, so free and full of life, full of dreams will and courage. A bird confronts his destiny and fight until the end unceremoniously without blackmail or remorse. Weeping at times to clean the soul.
Last fall was cold, full of acid rain, dissolving the clogging, cleaning up was over, leaving only my essence. The rain enveloped my feet, wiping blood traces and ground ... clearing the ruins of me, strengthening me, recovered, rebuilt, in a shooting stars dance in a dance just for me.
the pulse returned to my veins, my eyes light to illuminate my path again, and resumed the reins of the runaway horse to return to being the rider of my dreams and my horizon.
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