poema

Sometimes life is not what you want sometimes you lose sometimes you win in a minute you live in a minute you write reality is to look at an honest heart to express how much time to imagine just a smile to be able to interpret how many faces to be able to see how many attempts perhaps it is better to lose, perhaps the faith is reduced, but in reality, to look from afar, a wonderful landscape to remember, I will look at the sky and see that I still do not feel anything, I will confess many times, one looks from afar, to interpret many smiles, to walk, sometimes dreams are wanted. in an easy and interpretable way to conquer a sack of laughter to fall in love only one arrow will arrive only badly narrow it will touch an endless number of words to straighten something that cannot be explained