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I never cried for sadness
I cried for the indifference of those full of themselves, people with the illusion of getting used to enjoying only to themselves. I wanted to change, like a bird arrived from other provinces the chirping sounds and beautiful colorful wings, I made it, nobody has noticed the change and I stayed hidden in words. Someone caressed me with eyes, that had blossomed roses hands thoughts haven’t met them anymore, when I cleared the dreams way. I didn’t feel like holding the love in my hands nor the fire on my lips. I don’t see the flame that burns my heart, proud and dazzling bird, I won’t forget it until my flesh flourishes at the windows moon nights.
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