Spiling

The Spiling That For Many Are A Closed Road, For Others Are The Starting Point, These Wooden Xylophones Creak, Give Everyone The Opportunity To Stand With Their Feet Dangling Regardless Of The Number Of Shoes. The More We Advance Along These Piers, The More The Wind Blows, The More We Walk, We Sometimes Get So Close That We Have To Share Our Breath With The Crossed People They Suspend Us On The Water And Are Never Long Enough To Go And Seek Advice From The Lake Up Close, Or To Paur Our Thoughts Directly Into His Heart And Leave Them So That They Take Care Of Them, But Above All They Have A Great Role, That Of Give Shade To The Water That Alternates To Go Under And Rest.