When I took off this photo, it was to sing in I silence this music and letter:
By: ( Xutos y Pontapés )
Alone in the night a boat heads for where it goes. A light in the dark one shines the right dims excessively. E more than a wave, more than a tide... They had tried to arrest to impose it to it a faith... But, circulating to the will, breaching the homesickness, who goes already nothing fears, goes the man of the helm... And a will to laugh is born of the deep one of the being. E a will to go, to run the world and to leave, the life is always to lose... In the deep one of the sea the others lie, the ones that had been there. In cinereous days perpetual rest had found there. E more than a wave, more than a tide... They had tried to arrest it, to impose a faith to it... But, circulating to the will, breaching the homesickness, who goes already nothing fears, goes the man of the helm... E a will to laugh is born of the deep one of the being. E a will to go, to run the world and to leave, the life is always to lose... In the deep horizon it blows the grumble for where it goes. In the deep one of the time the future runs away, is late excessively... E a will to laugh is born of the deep one of the being. E a will to go, to run the world and to leave, the life is always to lose...
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