I'm happy with a quiet happiness. An happiness in the background that warms my heart. I am sad. Sad because I have to leave, as usual. The heart gets torn every time and the wounds are deeper. Leave. Every time a torture.
Every time I leave something more important: my family, my city, my love ... my life is here and I live somewhere else. And once again I wonder about the meaning of this choice. It 's really so important to pursue a job, it entails the renunciation of life?
I'm happy my love, glad there is you in my life. And I love my sad, sad because I lost time without knowing, but a train, yet once, take me away ... away from you and your embrace. It makes sense to all this?
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