Hi friends
dedicate this post, my prose to the Latin American friends who have just started walk in the fall even some heat summer.
to those here, and will turn them haha! But is for all my fans from the north, south, east or west of the land. All in my heart.
ROAD FALL
Although the soul feels like a bleak autumn day,
in the silence of dead leaves
born a new life,
in the silence of dead leaves
born a new life,
stronger springs,
left to die to be born more beautiful.
This is the way of the soul.
This is the way of the soul.
may be rocky
hills and high peaks,
arid fields shown
and born of her lads.
wonder what lies
parched earth after that!
What riches it contains,
that opens and closes not
Dead leaves corrupted
lend to leave his mark shooting,
hopes faded trunks
love writing it and her.
Today I sing the autumn
still being in my spring
it because there is no border
beauty made of gold but
and wait.
I leave my tenderness
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