Courage In the Luggage
To live is to travel for the strange.
Sometimes, the images and passages
leave us in a soaked state
without the vision of abysses.
The destiny of trip is an unknown,
nor maps advance to draw.
The road is infinite
but there are shortcuts
for those who want to cut them.
In the luggage: dreams, hope,
faith, objectives to reach...
We longed for blessedness,
be which is the road to proceed.
But how to win the uncertainty?
Not forgetting to put the courage
in the luggage, with certainty.
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