"Although the wind blow against the powerful work continues: You can contribute a verse. Do not ever leave dreaming, because dreams are free man. Do not fall into the worst of errors: the silence. " W. Whitman In a silent corner of my yard, a teenager birch, just moved by the morning wind, embrace a new fall. Who knows how and why, chat with the palm, myrtle, peach and a neighbor. It has not always been there. Before you lived in the mountains, then the other corner of the yard, to get to it, perhaps his place forever. I've seen him grow in favor and against the wind, I heard you browse your past or perhaps his future, between gales of winter or summer hail. It was shadow when light arrogance threatens to clarify everything, and clarity has been lost, when insomnia can sleep and the darkness of the night seems to whisper, that inhabit the old place, you can fly anywhere you want, still in silence and communicate regardless of your stature, you are part of a wonderful piece.
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