King Midas was unhappy.
Everything he touches turns to gold but lost his life.
I wish I had the power to restore the breath of the breath.
touch your hands and feel that there is no future.
Instead waiting consumes me, and erodes hope.
Let's slow, we plan, there is always need to run.
Sitting on the river that flows would like to be that single rock; stopped.
But live me.
Find me that I have the power to make you laugh.
pulse and constantly feel that I love.
If every moment is the last to say that you love me not to ring the bell.
Meanwhile, everything flows away from my hands.
And I live.
Pending.
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