A Feeling ....
Hey, sharpens your ear, I want to see how your heart beats whisper this lullaby, a large maker of this state that calms the soul, sleep, and silences. And now, open your eyes more, I ask, do not look, just feel like I feel how lush and green is the bottom of this page. Come, do not worry, forget your fears, because I wrap your tired body with my mantle secret-removing the cold tuning cogiéndote nerves, and the hand will show you the magical world where dreams are coined. Do not you see?, There, far away, is my green mountains, whose highest peaks down my river dressed in a blue-green where the reflection of some children playing, where a small town, no more than three houses and a church, shaking. And underneath it all, a man with a plow on the land and, above all, a piece of sky, a sun whose last rays of sunset green spider and the roofs are also two amorphous cloud torn by two birds. .. And the rest, is it still not understand?, The rest is silence. Childhood stroke, as are my words, is the picture that touches my soul when I long to calm her. But do not hurry, do not go, and just, lie down here beside me on the wet grass, the breeze touching diaphanous passes over you and me. And now, silence, sleep, rest and get your sleep.
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