He searched the love in his life
On the place which the roses smile.
He went over to  the life at full length
Where is the sleepiness with the lover?
He carried the separateness in his heart,
He travelled the world with the poem.
The ant who use his little leg says that:
«-Maybe I can’t arrive, but not important! »
He grund the world in his grinder,
He cooked the the bread of the life with love.
Hey human, you must have the love,
It is the food of the life... It is delicious.
Say that and live with a great delight,
«The animals dies, the lovers not!»

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