Made Of Life/Wanderer and Traveler.

I adore all and everyone
With a certain intensity, depending
I see beauty in everything
I see the tones of the colours, the little things, the tastes,
not only with my tongue.
I live in excitment, I smile, laugh and talk in love.
I have a sweet child in me, but a dearly ancient even more accentuated
For I know what is wrong and right, I forgive, I ask for apollogies
There is nothing strange in it
Pride is for who is made of stone
I am made of life.

I do not trust much on my intuition, as I should,
Still, I love the light, the angles, the details of all and everyone
Because it feels good, as good it is
As the beauty of everything
Of the colours, the things that will only happen once, the bittersweeter flavours
On my tongue, on my body, on my eyes, on my feelings, on my reasons
Treasures in the trash,
In what people insist in ignore, throw away.

I do not understand
Some dying beings
Because living, they have nothing on it.
All I know is that life is made of living and loving with intensity.
Life is made of falling and getting up, getting over,
Better than the last time
Is made of learnings and teachings,
is made of ups and downs
And it is made of time.
Sometimes of silence, but the sound of music is the sound of liberty, there is no arguing in it.
We only have this life.
And it just seems short for the ones does not enjoy very often,
Who does not feel the orgasm,
Who fill up too quick,
Who's life is misery.

But I will not let it go away
I will let it flow in a better way
Higher, deeper, bitter and sweeter.
I will not let who I adore go away
I will always make them see and feel for a more pleaseful way
Closer, wiser, wanderer and traveler.