Candida Die Off And Swollen Ankles

samana

Dear friends, for health reasons my mother I have been absent from the blog and other activities that gratifies me. Today I return to this with a story of a great writer and best friend. Gradually
to go putting up with your blogs. Love to everyone
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DIFFERENT WAYS

dead forests are lost
looking for paths to nowhere. Looked at the stars in silence
thousand white fountains panting and flooded his body.
exploded in empty universes exist and
walked naked among vines and brambles. Apathy
dry branches left traces in his soul.
were found under a black moon and together they began
the road. Vomited red gods
laughter that hurt the feeling and dark clouds of silence
eyes watered.
confused in the thicket of doubts began a struggle of battles
sterile.
wanted to make it land tilled by him and leave their grooves
pieces of his soul.
She wanted to convert water to quench their thirst
him.
He wanted to be a bird to make it
bird and fly together.
She wanted to be a craft of his body and forge a sense
strokes.
He wanted to grow like a tree with roots
buried on their land.
She wanted to be a wave to the sand caress your body
.
both wanted to become a hurricane and drag
deep silences.
But they found the words and a marble
moon showed them different ways.