The Way One Lives
The one who eats
doesn't do none than feed
his wolves pack...
The one who drinks,
quenches the thirst of his
inner rivers...
The one who dreams,
crosses his inner world
and arrives where
he doesn't wait...
One who thinks
travels in itself
cleaning up dirt
brightening dark
setting purposes...
He who shuts up, grinds
the unspoken words and
forms crystals of ideas...
He who lives thus,
is always postponing death... !
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