The prince of sun

ity was

the blackness that was slowly eating away at her heart was so ob

s, and then she took me out of the house. To clear my mind, I looked around,

reedom. The soft and capricious wind soothed the heart. Everything was alive and authentic, even the spirit of the people. They were all peasants, farmers, or c

ook me. But in those days, I already saw myself as different. If I could really

ty-two kilometers of road were not the problem, nothing had changed, nothing but me. I lost my innocence. I shook it off, and

erything to be over be

mother's kiss on

omplished only once. But in that moment I was too drained to reach its beauty, a

ee this cavern filled with sadness, rob

s, not once I assumed my responsibility as a parent, I only took the excuse of being a child,

ng else, to believe that there was

e seasons, beautiful and so moving, but still meant a sonnet showing the passing of time. Peop

ver been able to recover it. The only thing that mattered now was to enjoy life as much as I was allo

t has swung between her present life and her future life, but would it not have been a greater cowardice to refuse this great happiness. In a

myself refused all the opportunities to discover love, both physical and emotional, simply because I felt nothing. I lived