pass the hours, minutes,
spends his life with a myriad of colors,
with endless stories.
be back again, although I am
it or want.
I've been in an old forest,
I missed and seen unimaginable things
for those who are incapable of dreaming.
Now bring the suitcase full,
new things to tell, stories
living in my hands,
as he wanted just before starting the journey.
Welcome back.
"But the traveler who flees
eventually stops walking.
And though oblivion
which destroys all
has killed my old dream, I keep hidden
a humble hope that is all
fortune of my heart. "
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