That horse had stopped in the middle of the garden, why there? if that winter had been quite dry and windy and we had felt ourselves sad and beaten. New days looked alike and the steps were clumpsi and hesitants.
Sometimes, just one question would open a door when we'd discovered people shared same rooms, full of chairs that were waiting conversations in the middle of deserts that were huge when our parallel paths didn't find crossroad.
What stopped your sunrise to an old friend who was suffering for an injured son?. back?, Feelings that we had lost?,
Ni *cambroj estas bela kaj los amikos, amikinos estas en la gardeno
Amikoj kaj amikinos en Barcelona laboras pres la nova mondo
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