For all these reasons that I mentioned is that you lose track of the concern, that hurts. At least try to convince me that the distance between your heart and mine is a mere obstacle that time will solve, because today more than ever I'm sure every beat my rhymes with a yours. Now I
sit beside me, quiet and take your cup of coffee, decaffeinated, as always, as usual, as I learned to know the other side of your mirror, your eyes reflect the happiness you felt in my hand, and Today, despite knowing that the distance is a bridge, smiling at the memory, to smell the coffee again, it, the decaffeinated.
can start to sleep, slowly understand, analyze, plant and wait for harvest. Perhaps in a corner of silence clearly able to hear the whisper of a triangular thinking, where every angle plays to get your lips to kiss you and enjoy them once more, where every empty space in your memory is completed with the emotion of feeling within you the hope of a moment like yesterday, a moment that enhances and eases the passage of time.
As it happens you will love the nostalgia, a bitter afternoon, tasteless, to the despair of losing the election, the chance to smile, to see you again. And there are times when no light, where each motivation behind an unreasonable idea, but it explains, and makes you finally understand, understand all that you have. Therefore
find inside your eyes was never so difficult, because your eyes fixed, in its austerity uncertain and worrisome, transmitting feelings of colors, painted with each of your smiles, and you taught me to trace in my life, as he tries to make the memory, a joy.
Never let go of the past leave without at least having in mind the points that are important. For every detail that you experienced pain, while you gave a lesson. With every mistake in this life and the way you face your fears, now you can feel the pride to keep our heads held high, and let the cold cowardice in the absence.
Once again comes the night, and I want it with intensity, bring your cup, you prepare the coffee, go out on the terrace, that old terrace where years ago I fell in love, decaffeinated as ever, and that smell characteristic of the environment, next to the cool night wind, I want, you sit beside me, as if remembering the past. And in the quiet of silence, a whisper is written in your cheek, asking for a kiss, a caress, precious sleep, and remember who we were, sleep and drink your coffee, decaffeinated ... to me, as it always did.
sit beside me, quiet and take your cup of coffee, decaffeinated, as always, as usual, as I learned to know the other side of your mirror, your eyes reflect the happiness you felt in my hand, and Today, despite knowing that the distance is a bridge, smiling at the memory, to smell the coffee again, it, the decaffeinated.
can start to sleep, slowly understand, analyze, plant and wait for harvest. Perhaps in a corner of silence clearly able to hear the whisper of a triangular thinking, where every angle plays to get your lips to kiss you and enjoy them once more, where every empty space in your memory is completed with the emotion of feeling within you the hope of a moment like yesterday, a moment that enhances and eases the passage of time.
As it happens you will love the nostalgia, a bitter afternoon, tasteless, to the despair of losing the election, the chance to smile, to see you again. And there are times when no light, where each motivation behind an unreasonable idea, but it explains, and makes you finally understand, understand all that you have. Therefore
find inside your eyes was never so difficult, because your eyes fixed, in its austerity uncertain and worrisome, transmitting feelings of colors, painted with each of your smiles, and you taught me to trace in my life, as he tries to make the memory, a joy.
Never let go of the past leave without at least having in mind the points that are important. For every detail that you experienced pain, while you gave a lesson. With every mistake in this life and the way you face your fears, now you can feel the pride to keep our heads held high, and let the cold cowardice in the absence.
Once again comes the night, and I want it with intensity, bring your cup, you prepare the coffee, go out on the terrace, that old terrace where years ago I fell in love, decaffeinated as ever, and that smell characteristic of the environment, next to the cool night wind, I want, you sit beside me, as if remembering the past. And in the quiet of silence, a whisper is written in your cheek, asking for a kiss, a caress, precious sleep, and remember who we were, sleep and drink your coffee, decaffeinated ... to me, as it always did.
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