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      Surrounded by death of my own death…     Always giving hope and my self living hopeless of my own death;     The living getting into happiness while I, feeling my own death…     The useful prayers between life and my own death;     The suffering of others and the suffering of my own soul, by my own death;     The grieving of a life been lived while I, the only thoughts were those about my own death…     Spinning around the process of giving and accept my own death.

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… she remains so very sad

To my love Brisendine

#the writer's point of view

LET THE IMAGINATION GUIDE YOUR THOUGHTS AND DISCOVER THE MAGIC OF LIFE WITHIN...

An empty heart

Entre sombras

FROM THE DISTANCE

YOU...

THE LONG WALK

INITIAL WORDS

UN MOMENTO, UN INSTANTE...