When you're sad, come with me and my dry lips dry bitter sadness of your eyes. My arms open to hug you and rewards pictures of earth you hard against my chest. My trembling fingers pictures of earth t'acaronaran body and make you feel woman and make you feel alive. We speak of love and tender sweet words, and meanwhile we lose a kiss infinity. We xiuxiuaré whispered that t 'love and your cheeks blushed pictures of earth again. I want to make you feel warm inside a cache tender feelings. And when you're happy, come with me and together we will find the sea, always blue, always immense and Drinking sips his breathing try to rob him of his immensity. Come with me and smiles, gifts to your happiness, that smile and those eyes so sweet so profound, I do escruixir when you look at me and make me feel home and make me feel alive. And I knew that if prizes stronger you could melt, and since then only be one. We speak of love, tender and sweet words, and meanwhile we lose ourselves in an endless kiss. We speak of love, and make me feel at my side.
2012 (14) August (14) If your universe has no moon ... When you're sad ... Spirit of the night crying Myth of loneliness Infant God? First goodbye. Today Frustration Flight Tragedy in one act (Draft) Principle Myth of loneliness
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