In the afternoon, between his chair and laughs, the sun, the smell of desire and your wife. I drink your kisses and start enjoying the tickle of illusion gradually learn to let go of the fears and pain, fill your life intensely, your strength and motivation.
In the brightness of your eyes, the reflection of your cravings, even in your beliefs and blind spots. In each row of my life I want to plant seeds of joy seeds with a tattooed face, the harvest of any love.
Ready, ready for change, for the new day, hot sun, cool breezes, desire, longing, even pain of leaving one stage. One evening, the silence, the way of aging alone and fog the glass of the past.
Today, upon waking, I knew something had to ultimately change. When analyzing cold my life, I discovered bad intentions, bad moves and wrong moves. I understood that the road had been following for some time had no congurencia, believed that everything was in my sadness.
I order my thoughts into words, to express things this way I'm feeling, but the shadow of a memory stored in your pocket prescription of pain, a secret that any attempt to fight dirty.
me know if you want to accompany me, and my hand carry the process forward. I want to take care of my kisses, while he got his breath in this race without end. You can be for me as a comfort, a word or a simple hug.
While all this happens, I refrecar my ideas, my mind, my thoughts and my life, I want to breath air to my circumstances may devote a moment, a moment where to find me, and flirting every moment with my destiny, find my way and continue to walk, walk without looking back.
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