Way, surrounded by woods, among the trees that are now populated with green leaves. I follow the paths that life puts in front of me, wherever they lead, which is nothing in the forest where no one more ground, or where you'll find another path, I see a clearing, then a crossroads, paths that meet and decide to do ... you can go back, you can get lost in the dark or in the beauty ...
I hear lots of sounds around me, the rustle of wind in the trees, the song of some bird, the wood creaks pushed by the wind, in a continuous speech, words unintelligible entries sigh ...
back on the road, wherever there is a direct match to the streams that cross my path ... I miss watching the water flowing between the rocks and broken branches, leaves and sand ...
I block, I can not help but look at it, is so beautiful, brilliant, fresh, a little 'peace and refreshment along ... the way for a while, for a moment, for a moment that lasts a lifetime and so would you all ...
I want to stay, I will not continue, yet the water flows, change is never the same, hides and reappears, swirls, runs quiet, angry or splashing caresses the stones ...
I must leave you, my dear source, a moment of peace in a long journey, I must go on, the road is long and the day is coming ... a few moments and you came into my heart, as it always does the water that flows , widens the cracks, breaks the rock and penetrates deep into the earth ...
I can not help but follow, keeping you in my heart, you broke the little spring that defeated the earth and rock, I can not help but feel your flow hours away now close, I must continue, there is a rushing river that does not allow me any rest, I drag and attracts me at the same time its clear eddies is too late ... .. . and the path continues, I do not know where I will lead, but finally I hope that I will meet again again.
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