Breathe

 I love breathe.

I love breathe on a bridge

while I hear to the river talking with the rocks.

I love breathe on the streets

when the night fights with de lights of city.

I love breathe the emotions

when sounds a good song with airs of memories,

then I take a puff of desires...

desires of no remember, of no miss a lot.

I think

that I should accept those things,

because

about those things I learned to breathe.