I met her eyes.
That's why I believe so much.
What I met in the eyes
her.
I see the forests and the roads
as a possible sweet home.
An illuminated walker
to walk the roads.
And living in the woods.
Mountains, forests and
stars.
Everything is there is
everything there is everything there
kept in my mind.
Writing is a means of
kill anxiety.
And enjoy the much loved
loneliness.
Freedom is what
makes solitude possible.
I do not see myself living in
cages of society.
I was not born for this, but
to transcend beyond
Beautiful mountains.
Who touches the white of the skies
and lies on the line of the
horizon. - Tiago Amaral
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