There is a world in us, that we exclude the whole world.
E 'a land which has high walls, moats and drawbridges, and Judas spies are left out: One-sensitive eyes and true friends, they perceive their existence.
's a world without sun that dwells in us, gives us cold even when we burn in the heat of a laugh as he knocks and enters without waiting for a yes, that overwhelms and clears a strong body, soul and breaks the purest .
It 's our "Thorn in my heart."
It 's the pain that nobody knows, is the pain that mark, and the sadness that washes over us every moment a sudden, breathtaking or anything else that does not want to be darkness and silence.
Yet, breathe, sing, laugh, love, live.
Pain and life merge into us, we confuse showing multiple possible worlds, a moment is light, the other dark.
The thorn in my heart, is Gabriel, my grandson.
My life, light, joy, and Gabriel, my grandson.
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