Get the word
And the Word became ...
Because I have you, because you
;'re playing in the garden
between fruit lemon amber
to strip the words while still
palate
me know your kisses turquoise.
Get the word
And the Word became ...
Because I have you, because you
;'re playing in the garden
between fruit lemon amber
to strip the words while still
palate
me know your kisses turquoise.
starts to rain, and its sound shatters the silence by painting beautiful melodies.
After the crystals, their movement and fit quiet place in my feelings be multiple repair, ... magical.
raining, and what I was pacing in cadence or gusts secretive curtained.
A musical rhythm rains.
And I, c LOSE eyes and I become every drop of rain falling ...
wore several days with a fixed in his mind.
was time. Was determined.
Today, after school and would meet her. He saw in the distance and his heart started beating a mile a minute ...
unprepared She spoke with his inseparable friend of the soul, which he noticed and gave him a nod as if to say look who's there. They looked and he said that the expected gestures in the secret placeforever. Or two minutes she appeared ...
.- Hello, Neil.
.- Hey, you brought me that?
He nodded, I was so nervous he could not utter a word.
.- Do you want to do it? Show me.
.- Yes, I have here. But it has to be a kiss of true love - he added crestfallen. Nerea
took him by the neck to hold it, and licked a pis pas laid his lips on the sugar mill and ran Ely not without wresting it from her fingerC
he lived in a world of evil and hypocritical.
a cruel world full of life that roam; of frozen memories, smiles camouflaged ...
his unjust world, filled with searing pain and looks that do not look.
De ears do not hear a kind word or a pleasing sound.
Misery of an empty world of words that never llegarána comments. Truncated lives were lost ever from Michelin
stillness and serenity that looks like the earth fades to their feet.
Whirlwind of emotion, beauty
waves, swell bewitched me.
All for you I would; my space, my world.
And as a painter with care, will draw with my hands
the sand love poems.
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Tonight I will go down on you
like a ship drifting its sinking.
Cause you're my ocean,
the only thing left ... "
I found that I never received by any circle. No, sincerely and honestly I have never been fully integrated. Furthermore I hate stereotypes.
And there are times I regret my independence which, though valuable, it makes me feel out of place in this world who do not understand.
I am as I am, and what we have ... I can try to modify, improve or change things, but I am who I am ...
C HTMLXC I've often been asked how my life would have been otherwise. Yes, sometimes I get that question, but every time I approach it, always, always come to the same conclusion: I do not like what I see. No, I will be otherwise.
And is that all branches of this tree that is myself, from my roots to the uppermost leaves, from the sun that covers me to drink the water Mother Earth is me.
my darling, my horizon and my sometimes little about girlse, o. .. sometimes great, hell of doubts, quirks, demons and miss me ...