Wandering in the heart of the night, the accident of providence we like a capsized boat against the current constantly pumped into the whirlpool of our easements. Me crashing on the shore, I before this blog as a lifeline to send this message like a bottle in an ocean of unfathomable alienation.
. Yes
comrades ... Hope is not dead. I still believe in this light, this for each day that we stop at.
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For now, it eludes us. But it does not matter.
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Tomorrow we will run faster, we will extend the arms further ... and a beautiful morning ....
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And before I drown in the abyss of a world indifferent to the vicissitudes of our fellows, I look through the clouds this star, which in the cold night, shine and tell us to continue the fight ....
. Yes
comrades ... Hope is not dead. I still believe in this light, this for each day that we stop at.
.
For now, it eludes us. But it does not matter.
.
Tomorrow we will run faster, we will extend the arms further ... and a beautiful morning ....
.
And before I drown in the abyss of a world indifferent to the vicissitudes of our fellows, I look through the clouds this star, which in the cold night, shine and tell us to continue the fight ....
... FYI, our star is red.
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