Hear nothing will repeat
Each morning has its own color
Its change its own smell,
Its own meaning, it has its own definition!!
Its changing until it dies!?
The love that was possible has become impossible
Because of a impossible desire,
There is a hand that has not heart in it,
Believes that none is intended,
Act with openness and condor.
An attitude not only of defense,
But defense, we care born for co-operation
It’s as large as life, and twice as nature!
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