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know the end. And what lies beyond.
could not stay, but if I tell you now why I left, would simply return. Myth of eternal return, the day is over.
That night is over. I still hear our voices playing in defiance of the truth. It was both the courage we had, so little that we could give. A bright moon did not want to shut down. Both look to the stars, all that kiss was the sidewalk and a cold shock, numbing. Your pain, I never would have felt. I can not get rid of such a tear, even as I am, away from your breath and your breath.
Here the ground vibrates, the shapes are out of place. At times, your shadow is formed, but never believed in ghosts. My fears are other and are not before or the morning. I do not want you to be alone, but I'm not with you. It just was not written that story and my fists are more closed than ever.
At certain times of day I want to touch you in the distance and feel that I was not wrong when I had the opportunity and I refused.
I'm away from it all while still close. I'm actually walking against the return. Wind pushed me as a natural jerk. But when you bring your voice through all time, wind me down, and sometimes back, I can hear our voices and challenging game of truth. Outside

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is the rain, whose fall seems to be moving in slow motion, suspended in the air. I enjoyed a while, stopping in the middle of the street to look up and feel it, let her in, roll and go, drop by drop.
Now from the inside and just contemplate, has magic, some aspect of fiction and reality. Quiet and fury, paused, continued.
But you and I, my love, perhaps in another rain.
I keep seeing the other side of my window, coming and going, traveling in the wind that always brings you back to me. Still, we both know, I could not open the door, let you pass. For along with you comes the storm, we innundan hearts. I have no boat, even for me.
what we thought the day we left the rain and play? The best reward would be possible if the third place.
And here I am, looking from the inside, I can not get wet.
And here I am, silbándote with the wind, I can not let go.

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Inside and outside the court, when one falls it always appears the hand of another who is going to raise.
Inside and outside the court, are the cries of encouragement when you need to make run, when they warn that "you go" as they try to prevent you from making another fatal mistake. Why do not you want to see lose, neither party, nor life. Embrace
goal when we put it on the net, scoring embrace when love wins by a landslide. Beyond
first and second, there is always a third time in pure happiness.
We were joined by a ball rolling in the grass, and today we are joined by many more.
is we started to practice together, the crazy and healthy habit of walking at the same time, leaving us to just enter in the life of one and another, and build this rebellious and beautiful friendship.
So we share not only training but also train rides, birthdays, dinners, previous parties, beer, drinking, farting philosophical, hungover dawns, delusions sober, guitar, songs, talks, laughs, tears, walks, mountain climbs, descents, tiredness, victories, defeats, love and hate.
I say that football is one of the loves of my life that gave me the most immense joy and taught me how to lose. But now it aceverar, that football gave me the nicest thing that can give you fucking life. And you are every day, every night, every bar.
The most precious treasure that I remember, until the day you have to ask for change because it is a time.