02 August 2012

Thoughts on a train

I believe love exists, but I've never found it. 
I believe I have a homeland, but
I've never seen it. 
There are a thousand reasons to be
sad and miserable, and just one to be happy:
I made it through the night. I do not know what war my protecting angels had while I was sleeping, but another day has come and I find myself alive. 

Estoy Vivo. 

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