Counting coins to buy cigarettes,
back to my house, adding losses.
be back no excuses, no peace, no work, and our future
tear off the hours.
And at home waiting for me
my reason for living, the warmth of home ...
There is a new road that begins
Friends with constant warning messages of love
There is a strong stench of coffee in the morning
A pain has overcome a fear
There is a day that starts before sunrise
A destination full of opportunities and travel
end of the universe continued to
There are a couple of dreams that once were unthinkable
A pack of cigarettes should be reduced
promptly imposing an office overlooking the river
There are a myriad of new roads I undertake
A permanent street directory
recalculating always crowded
There are groups where boredom and solidarity play
wringing silence and correct tax with outsiders
A garment according to the required position and a cry
emerging free calling from the bottom of the bowels
There is a being who sleeps for six hours a day, they are grateful
One possibility for progress and new horizons before
designed not there a song you hear for the first time that brings back memories and I would certainly
brings a smile warming the dawn of the cold autumn. Esmeralda
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