It has been six years that you navigate in the river of the time of the eternity.
After you free yourself of the hurricanes, volcanoes and of the other human storms.
You don't seek the eternal rest in vain, because he was already granted you.
And we always died in the frustration of the non liberation of the human hypocrisy.
The clique of the oil companies imposes us their rules modified never: life or death. We chose living, and you of the petroleum, ours to die.
An oil well is much more valuable than millions of our lives.
He continues to navigate in that river of tame waters, far away from this foolish.
The Human History is made by a handful of heroes and crowds of ghosts.
That the river of the eternity leads you to the lake of the happiness, and there rest under the lightness and the purity of the solar reflexes, of the gold and silver paintings. And of the soft to agitate of the youth of the green leaves always relating to springs.
While we for here travelled the incessant roads of the sadness of our lives, where everything is composed of cruelty.
We were able to, we are entitled, of we live at a love lake, but no, there is still who dreams and impose us, the lake of the hell.
The sorcery of the life is there that our love lives.
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