In a summer afternoon when the sun dies at sunset, clutching my chest nostalgia and memories come back to hammer my temples, I think ... from the standpoint that it is only able to provide the distance: it was a dead time that learned to live intensely? But passion is attraction of two bodies, it takes two: two poles do not attract but there is a magnetic field that attracts up to unleash the passion.
felt and feel equally and that attraction to this day unchanged. The attraction was as strong as a tornado that meant take everything that stood beside him, but I braked its centrifugal force, for lack of reciprocity. Now loneliness on the loose from my bedroom to the street and from the street back to my soul leaving empty, uncultivated, ravaged soul. I go back to those years and somehow regain lost time and feel in my arms, your hair smell roses and jasmine scented with a garden to cultivate the best I could.
woman with perfume that flows from your pores, see the twinkle in your eye when I looked shadows, dams may desire. I never learned to read your eyes and kiss your delicate lips, I loved you like a wild horse-hungry female. That
abysmal loneliness is on the desolate prairie are born and flourish the feelings of lovers. Why is my hope when the flowers of spring have begun to become the fruit of those trees were skeletons? I am a skeleton
spring is unable to bring out its branches, by my inner lazy sometimes with hope and the most hopeless. Wake retórnate past love and a branch and fallow implántalo in my chest, empty your love without a leader to lead a course that is presented with suns, moons and shadows. Forms part of my substance because your metabolism invaded my substance as fertilized embryos and children who carry our genes forever as an endless chain of life that spreads through the centuries of the century and each gene can lead our children I am with them and with you: when you look colors I will show you the rainbow and every step that you give I will continue waiting for the road map, if the wish to obtain life drops my hand. Know that not just because things are ephemeral and lives are over, but we have created a bond of eternity that will communicate with stardust. I feel the loneliness that overwhelms me so tough, I'll have Prozaz Valdral to anesthetize or what my cowardice Does not admit to our love? But not the end of our family is and will be for eternity as the children of Noah. No rain, no boat, the sun is shining you trade it for another day cloudy and rain, this is how is my soul.
woman with perfume that flows from your pores, see the twinkle in your eye when I looked shadows, dams may desire. I never learned to read your eyes and kiss your delicate lips, I loved you like a wild horse-hungry female. That
abysmal loneliness is on the desolate prairie are born and flourish the feelings of lovers. Why is my hope when the flowers of spring have begun to become the fruit of those trees were skeletons? I am a skeleton
spring is unable to bring out its branches, by my inner lazy sometimes with hope and the most hopeless. Wake retórnate past love and a branch and fallow implántalo in my chest, empty your love without a leader to lead a course that is presented with suns, moons and shadows. Forms part of my substance because your metabolism invaded my substance as fertilized embryos and children who carry our genes forever as an endless chain of life that spreads through the centuries of the century and each gene can lead our children I am with them and with you: when you look colors I will show you the rainbow and every step that you give I will continue waiting for the road map, if the wish to obtain life drops my hand. Know that not just because things are ephemeral and lives are over, but we have created a bond of eternity that will communicate with stardust. I feel the loneliness that overwhelms me so tough, I'll have Prozaz Valdral to anesthetize or what my cowardice Does not admit to our love? But not the end of our family is and will be for eternity as the children of Noah. No rain, no boat, the sun is shining you trade it for another day cloudy and rain, this is how is my soul.
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