Not that I did not have time or even no intention to utarakan again
I began to retreat, exhausted by the circumstances, far waiting to be rejoined by the task.
Selfish, I started to be selfish!
Waiting for street mail to step or even to be quiet
Be sensitive!
A little bit more
All will be one
Unity of the waves
Strong adhesive of droplets running droplets.
Ah tired of grumbling
huft should it end?
You begin to recall it
Hold on, hang on to your bis
A little bit more !
Remember the smell of this sweat?
Is it a soft sweep of sweat drips on this cheek?
You say no problem.
You're a common one
You affirm that principle
Be firm.
But now you start empty
Where the soul is always patient waiting from Black and white to the current loreng ( you speak )
