Alegría para ganar el miedo, para alegría move beyond any doubt, any tear. Gust of Wind, storm of paper slips snowing everywhere in total silence. Music that takes you, movimentos that rise as the water splash and catch the eye. Your eyes looking for me, you tight next to me, chills, hands that can not fail. We are there together: we only have which we live. If you do not have voice, shouts If you do not have legs, run. If you do not have hope, invent. |
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