to a friend who fights against the drugs

[abductor]

It seems cocaine but it is only sadness,
perhaps your city.
Many fears are born of the fatigue and the

solitude
and exaggeration and wastefulness are inheriting
now of the virtue that we lose.

Once time I had a

dream
I cant remember, I cant remember

Your sadness is so exact
and today, the day is so pretty
Already we are

accustomed
to not have this

The dreams come, the dreams go
The remaining portion is imperfection.

You said

that if your voice had equal force
To immense pain that you feel
Your shout would wake up
Not only your

house
But the entire neighborhood.

and has times nor the saints has certainty
measure of the badness
It has

times that youngs going sick
Has times, The enchantment is absent
and has rust in the smiles
And only \"the

perhaps\" extends arms
to who looking for shelter and protection.

My love,
Disciplines is freedom
Compassion

is fortress
To have goodness is to have courage
she said:
- Back in house it has a well but the water is very

clean.

--By Urban legion

for litter time download of music here (\"http://www.sysframe.net/~andre/_

tempos.mp3\") (moderator you can edit and remove link if be the case)

Big up yourself my friend!

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