Everything carries me to you. As if everything that exists, aromas, lights, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Everything carries me to you. As if everything that exists, aromas, lights, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Master this you'll find the buety in that in which ruses from the ashes. It's ok not  to be right we are only human.

Master this you'll find the buety in that in which ruses from the ashes. It's ok not to be right we are only human.

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