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Miracle the birth. Repeatable. Done everyday. Sweet. Like the countless hugs it shares in time. No obligation. River flows its love. The bed overflows with it. The words are lost in the view of a smile that carries all the words of the world. You gorge it greedily. You want more. You are reaching a human end. Without being prepared. How does the miracle end? A strange picture. The last one. Lifeless. Does not find a place in you. Your place is your memory. Tied by the umbilical cord. Your silence burns full of pictures. A glance. High in the sky.

You listen. You smell. You feel. Like you see. Absence. Poor experience. Weak. Lost in time that does not roll. Until you see it. You learn again. Close to her.

Weeks of traumas. Randomly dropped. On you. They exhaust you. You find patience. It looks like resurrection.

Barbaric rules. They are terrifying. The Eternal Battle. Two armies. Good and bad. Reflection of life.

Courage. You caress future. Close to her. You are lost in her world. Without mathematics. Without words.

New Year's Eve. Shiny. Scatters smiles. Live your dreams. The wish.

Special. The days that exist. The sweet routine embraces expectation. Beautifully smells the life..

It does not look like anything. Flags waving her grace. A silent conqueror. Baptizes the faithful.

You are careful. You do not dare. Small protections guard the craving. Visible. Colours black and white moments.