had come at night and at night he left.
His arrival, which was his birth,
torn and pierced the darkness in life.
was a hot summer
at that time and again, for another 26 summers
traveled roads of hot asphalt.
Her legs, with time, as strong and decisive
wheels
engine roaring through the city. Each
junction
never a doubt, never
uncertainties.
The road ran away quickly.
We are trapped in the streets of life
and when in the moment of hesitation,
he realized that he could not return, however, turned
look back.
which occurred the night now.
I wonder if I dreamed or
really went away!
The night is like a thought in the morning you subtract.
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