O disciples, do not let the wind carry away your prophet.
Fight with her nails, if necessary. Inniettate the poison in the veins of your enemies, if necessary. Do what feel right for the good, the love, the joy of your prophet.
descents you sail, sail. Adorn your hair with wreaths. Dance until the pain becomes pleasure, make love.
venerate the prophet as if you were the face of God Love him, or disciples. Because if your imagination has led you for years through the misfortunes of life, you are the debtors.
The least we can do is defend her, keep her safe ... safe from the prying eyes of those who are torn down, who can not love. 
Be quiet and pray, before the altar of your prophet, and if you touched the white hands and minds with the sweet, do not cry, Pray continue. discover something that goes beyond your prophet. The unimaginable. Your prophet is waiting to take you to the country where nothing matters more.
Far away from here, where nothing belongs to anyone.
Fly, or disciples, fly away.
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