And now I feel like my ideas get caught between the petals of flowers. Rasgas
pollen with nails to be drawn into my skin
and not the engine that gives rhythm to my life, rain puts
bars to put it in your embraces,
leave their shoes hanging from the clouds
their shoes and their souls to wander in nothingness.
and why not now?
Stop thinking in the past and future,
that only exists now.
the secret of happiness is
enjoy the moment and not take refuge in the past and hope for the future.
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