One day you see me happy, laughter squeezing pain, with those wrinkles around my eyes that reveal the enduring brand of laughter. And you think I'm always so. Another day, suddenly, I discover tiny, gray, with a gesture poor and about to cry. Ask me what's wrong and I'm speechless. I try to find a sudden start to my discomfort, but I can not. And I can not satisfy your desire to know what I think.
I have just understood my psyche dual so, like a yo-yo that comes and goes. Strong as an oak bark, fragile as a leaf fall. old naïf. Lunar and solar. You want to find, but does not dare to look. I'm a hero in freefall.
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