If I laugh, I cry from the passage of this time, my tradition and my path like the elders of my childish enthusiasm, like a bud from a breeze, laughter in me, a tear in my eyes, tears flowed from my laughter, crying,
my cries without excuse, the
gallows of my past life, crying, what should I do if my lips do not laugh, the gallows of tomorrow, the look of the sorrow of the world, I am alive, the logo of the one who chooses the middle saddle , the path and customs of love
