What season we have been inside?

And if we begin to discover... What are we made really?

Maybe, we would miss seeing the hair like hair and we could say that grass grows us. We would understand that our legs, have no bones... are roots, There are eyes of fire, the navel can be a black hole, that tongue is the best network to catch tasty things and that the sweat tastes like salt because we have inside the sea.

We would use fingers as branches, to entangle us with force and not point,

we would know that butterflies in the stomach, are not just a corny expression, and if we feel tickled... it is because we woke up the small ants you have under the skin, they run free through the body... And then When the Dove is going, it means that we have a nest in the head?

Our leaders understand that there are days in which single eyes want to Hibernate. We see because sometimes we feel the soul like a desert, and others as lively and colorful as the spring. Or that when the hair falls is because the autumn came to us, and dandruff, is nothing more than snowflakes tangled in the hair. Leave question because so often feel our heart as hot as the summer or as cold as winter.

It is just as when traveling I met the four seasons. This is now a little inside me has climbed in my arm, and in turn I tangle with another soul in the spring

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