love is like crossin in the wild
you need to survive the cold
you have to eat the food of the unknown
look forward to the world beyond
and fly the unreachable mountain of desire
no boundaries, only hope
empty soul turns out to be your home
darkness become an exciting adventure
and ultimate freedom is our climatic
opportunity to kill the most boring day
a day with two serenity
perhaps love is to wait
a sun to tranquil from its unceasing
anger to the little grasses and flowers under our skin
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