The Live...




All the times I have fallen along this life...
And I have learned to get up...
For risking you do not even imagine the colleagues who manage to betray you...
Your you know that something is absent, to fill the emptiness...


Thanks to it, I turned into a distrustful kid...
Because you do not know the pain that one feels on having lost everything...
I want to erase of my mind all the bad moments...
I shut in myself in the room and in a corner I put to weep...


They are things of the life, are things of your history
Days in which you fly and days, in which you fall down in pits
They are things of day after day there is sorrow but, also glories!
In the garden there are hi bad grasses but, also roses!


One day mas everything clouds over...
Already there are no hi desire of living...
There is hi nothing for what to continue and there is hi nothing that, it makes to you happy...
One finishes with desire of the venins be cutting..

Because friends ... because you insult me when you see that I am bad...
I trusted in you and the friendship is deformed...
Easily my fragile mind escaped of everything
But that I have to follow ... to stop suffering...



Castell d'Estela
Name: Oriol Xena
Course: 2n A