Life

We are crossing years like mountains
Stepping cautiously on trembling bridges
Suspended above abysses of fear and hope
Daring to look in the eyes of a destiny
Daring not to turn back

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  1. Heleny CampoyNovember 12, 2010 at 4:48 AM

    trying to be the usual
    forgetting the light
    becoming the same


    WOnderful feelings as usual, great words, great images, like you....

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