the threshold of my years, when the first tinsel whitening his head, and you know that the sign of the time makes you sum up, it is sad to realize that you've thrown away the past ... you sow evil and the harvest is poor and park
now there is no time to return to plow, sow and harvest ... what's done is done, you can not change it but only settle for what's in the bag and look to tomorrow, or anything else that is short, with eyes half closed, because maybe you would not want to watch, and waiting for everyone to face off heart its course, which runs all ...
many dreams, desires, emotions and battles! ... How much pain! ... How many falls! ... And every time we get up and start all over again, we went forward with renewed expectations ...
but today I do not care ... maybe "tomorrow is another day" and my eyes will go well, will accept yet another compromise, one more change, metabolizzerà the hassles, disappointments, weaknesses ... but today I feel, perhaps for the first time in my life, old and over ...
"thank" the makers of everything ... and for myself first
now there is no time to return to plow, sow and harvest ... what's done is done, you can not change it but only settle for what's in the bag and look to tomorrow, or anything else that is short, with eyes half closed, because maybe you would not want to watch, and waiting for everyone to face off heart its course, which runs all ...
many dreams, desires, emotions and battles! ... How much pain! ... How many falls! ... And every time we get up and start all over again, we went forward with renewed expectations ...
but today I do not care ... maybe "tomorrow is another day" and my eyes will go well, will accept yet another compromise, one more change, metabolizzerà the hassles, disappointments, weaknesses ... but today I feel, perhaps for the first time in my life, old and over ...
"thank" the makers of everything ... and for myself first
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