For the breeze... for the quiet... for the silence... for the music and the tress... for the melody and the solitude... for the suffering and the happiness... for the illusions and horizons... for the roses and the thorns... for the rainbows and rivers... for the time and the eternity... for the day and the night... for the rest and the frenzy... for the color of your tears and the taste of your goodbyes... for the joy and the smiles... for the dawns and the declines... for the luxury of the humility and the victory of the rain... for the halo of your look and the aura of your heart... for the inspiration... for the Holy Road... for the dance and the melancholy... for the nostalgias and awakenings... for the cracks on the grass... for the solitude of the crowd... for the sun and the mountains... for the shade and the twilights... for the profile of chimeras and the majesty of decay... for your generosity and goodness... for being able to be part of it... for the imperfection... of the succession of chances... for the reluctance to abandon... for so many mornings... for so many embraces... for so many cracks and salvations...
for the caress of the skies... for the stimulus of the fail... for the softness of the rock... for the tenderness of memories... for perfection of the imperfection... for the company of lonesomeness... for the faithfulness of the defeat... for the teaching from the isolation... for the pattern of the unknown... for the errors and certainties... for the Heaven... for opening up my hands and find out they are empty... for the touch of the scent from your recondite longings... for...
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