04 February, 2007

An honest word, love story
Beginning of sincere, the end of love

World, although great, is smaller than human
When word means repetitive creation

These days less news are not revealed
Less fish is hidden behind the clouds

When all the minutes are full of events
We can never ignore the moment

We are in the path of light, transparent like always
Along with the speed, for ever

With such speed. It not the world of separation
The only way to victory is communication


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