Today is not a typical day is a new day without you.
The melancholy saddens my energy and my heart knows no arrhythmic beat.
The nights are slow, slow my pace, head down and way ahead of me grieves life. You
image is reflected in the wall of the past, producing nostalgia in my mind.
I'm not brave because you no longer feel me.
I declined as a feral pine, whose roots go infertile land, I remember you swollen belly of deliveries, and the rhythmic beating of two hearts, one is mine, which was within you, the other is yours left my blood moving.
Today I thought of you, and yesterday, and every day ... I think of your voice, your movements, your body, your soul ... And I think and never will be mine, that our life was a dream that I hold to stay alive, like a nail to the wood, like a limpet to its rock, such as coca leaf the forbidden tree.
And all that upset me ... Let me take the picture of the past and bring it to my lips to this, just so I will be brave. And although you no longer want me I'll love you forever, and I will pass this without you, but is absent in the east or west. Northern seek the star of the west and between such entity and not think about death. Adios
vineyard of my Papan; carmenes of Caramel nuns in my solitude! I'm like a Golgotha \u200b\u200b
I walk among the cedars polyhedra days my mind is always absent ... the troubled psyche without even my storms happen.
The melancholy saddens my energy and my heart knows no arrhythmic beat.
The nights are slow, slow my pace, head down and way ahead of me grieves life. You
image is reflected in the wall of the past, producing nostalgia in my mind.
I'm not brave because you no longer feel me.
I declined as a feral pine, whose roots go infertile land, I remember you swollen belly of deliveries, and the rhythmic beating of two hearts, one is mine, which was within you, the other is yours left my blood moving.
Today I thought of you, and yesterday, and every day ... I think of your voice, your movements, your body, your soul ... And I think and never will be mine, that our life was a dream that I hold to stay alive, like a nail to the wood, like a limpet to its rock, such as coca leaf the forbidden tree.
And all that upset me ... Let me take the picture of the past and bring it to my lips to this, just so I will be brave. And although you no longer want me I'll love you forever, and I will pass this without you, but is absent in the east or west. Northern seek the star of the west and between such entity and not think about death. Adios
vineyard of my Papan; carmenes of Caramel nuns in my solitude! I'm like a Golgotha \u200b\u200b
I walk among the cedars polyhedra days my mind is always absent ... the troubled psyche without even my storms happen.
No storms no torrents, no torment in my mind and my conscience ... I Cudgel conceived without sin, without a past that I now weigh and the s, you seseando life without sex.
which made me sin of their absences.
Let him go, stab my heart without metal dagger, as always you did.
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