or Nothing happens twice will happen. For this reason we are born without
experience
die without addiction.
Even the most obtuse
pupils of the school to repeat the planet
not given
seasons of the past.
Not a day that will accrue two nights
not equal the same, no two kisses alike
or two and it looks like.
Yesterday, when someone has your name
pronumciato, it seemed that
a rose bloom on the pavement.
Today, we're together, I
eyes turned elsewhere.
A rose. But how? Maybe
stone, or maybe flowers?
For you, now evil, come on
fear and uncertainty?
There you are - so you need to go.
past - and therein lies the beauty .-
seek harmony,
smiling, arms, though we are different
as two drops of water.
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