Tiptoe - Reflections of life and abstract thoughts
Bazaar of wishes that have not yet been cherished by anyone.
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Rivers of anonymous lives pass before my curious eyes, coup, yours hits before me, By the way.

Sincere, without shame, I detailed some fears are the well of your present, which wave you to lose the reason, causing you to fall.

The time in multiple directions until the end of the day I walk for you. Collecting beautiful instants. Making me carefully place a sequence of events under your feet, naked, those who used to dance outside all although trails.

You get out of the ground and you boost energy with a few tender words.

Excited, encadenas movements as before. Delicate jumps on tiptoe, to the sound of the illusions of life to explore, without losing balance.

Your rhythms make up complex inner worlds, you want to escape your body. Sometimes they do so in the form of tears, but they are almost always dreams whispered to the same path that you step on.

I lift up the view and watch as you get lost in the crowd, making it with your steps, Tickle the Earth.