is another birthday, time passes without a remedy, and many Aprils weighing on my shoulders. But still, I'm keeping youth in the heart away, carrying in his bag as a child my soul, my tops, my slingshot marbles and ... to keep going through life playing that kid to death.
BIRTHDAY
Fifty-nine Today I meet
but which I have the soul of a child, childhood memories
fondly
and thank heaven everything I am.
happily sing wherever I
playing marbles as a child, life
welcome
winking and friends I give my hand.
I do not care to call me old
crease for what is only the skin,
soul becomes bright colors
and heart like a vintage wine sweet.
Kind regards to all I leave ...
casting into oblivion punishment and resentment.
Rahulig/011
DRA
Image: A Memoir Of
family album
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