The Path Of Water In The Body

Freeman.

I like to be able to always be free.

When certain melodies resonate and make me twirl, I feel buried that freedom has this wild scent alone can guide my life. This fragrance

already pierced me to cry. Yes, I cried the desire to live, I cried the desire to desire, desire to be free. And since I am born a few months, this freedom. At least I feel. I took my suitcase and I left on the roads. Those who need a spotter and yet I chosen to borrow with only light my little candle. These paths bushy, thorny. These paths, which sometimes result in a verdant ridge where I see coming off the lofty peaks. Shimmering majesty. Solitary freedom. I would so

shine through the fog fogs this mysterious road.

But ... but ... where am I?

I shouted so much to show that there were other thing in me. Courage. The courage to do what my heart desired, outside my walls, outside the conventions, except in the middle. Yes but not

outlaws.

So yes, it is within my reach, it will be within my reach. I collect.

My freedom.