It is said that the anxious person hides a soul in peace. Traveler or missionary. He goes much further. If I look up to the sky. />Nothing matters much anymore
If I sincerely fart
Know that, I try
Like the sea and its crescendo
People go as they walk
Like the wind and his run
Life goes by walking
Like the sun in the morning
What walking demands
I treasure the moment
I live and feel, it is my attempt
And I do it when I walk
I travel in so many places
In the imagination
We are always walking
Without time or reason
Who knows the answers
Who can choose
If there are differences
We know that there are, in each being
Desire to live
Like the sea and its crescent
People go as they walk
How the wind and its flow
Life goes as you walk
Like the sun in the morning
What the walking demands
I treasure the moment
I live and feel, it is my attempt
And I do it when I walk
The breeze that gently caresses the sea
And all the seagulls
That fly incessantly
I see it and I feel it
And I don't know how to explain it
Splendid moment
Feel the rain and the sun rise
Live and enjoy