Ever since I wished . Like a mirage, it became all the search for the heart. The question became unanswered , you did not go to the thirsty palate. In search of the springs, the lines of the pattern of life, like a plan was foiled, what a burning sigh, that slept on our lips, a thousand words to our lips. It was captivated by twists and turns, not by mystical passion, not by poetic enthusiasm, not by love. It was accelerated , not by the opportunity to complain, not by the story and narrative of all the manifestations of the soul. He wished to sleep, he looked at the door, he sat down, and his life was not over, he did not return to himself, when the period of youth began.
