The sun sometimes burns skin, but sweat ... it feels so cold. Everything around us is desert dry of water, but inside, wet river of tears fall unseen. Our ears say that everything speaks, millions of different figures seem to look at ourselves and we tend to think ... Who are you looking at? ...
rains rush one day and scary ... but just as threatening ... so go ... and everything seems calm again. The next day it passes the sun lurks on the horizon ... it seems that envisions hope ... until the intense heat melts our Glitter ... and everything seems to shine forever. But the leaves fall off after a couple of months and blow something fresh air again, fear grinds its teeth and give us a kiss. And everything is ...
So I go through life like everyone else ... going ... lose my younger years and the thought of all those who seem to have lost ... I am overcome the winter ... but everything happens and is inevitable ... except one thing.
important thing is that something we have left, even wrinkles on the forehead in the summer, white skin in the winter, or the remnant of a leaf crazy hair for the fall has fallen.
not want to see pass a meaningless jumble of bodies with which I have ever spoken, because I would inevitably feel almost nothing. But just going by that same row, I suppose, only I imagine in order to become an angel. It would be just for my indelible existence. Where are you going to stop the years? Where have they taken our sighs and old dreams, my age, my months, my days, my hours, my minutes, my second ... and all who were in them? But there is something that stays with me ... Despite having gone out of my hand and body have been found dead, beaten and hurt again ...
good nights go, come Christmas, but the years do not seem so new as the same family should ... ... its very expensive even older ... their own fears ... his own misery even greater with the passage of time ... and its very unconsciousness follow road not knowing what to do, without being owners of their footsteps ... and one here waiting ... Who are you waiting? ... seems to say someone's name and strange ...
More than exact question ... Who are you waiting? .. . Who do you get tired? ... Who are you angry because it does not ...? Who hit it? ... To you ... To you ... To you ... To you ... the answer is conclusive.
Sometimes I have to leave me too because I know somewhere in my DNA, I am also, sun, wind, earth and water, hot meteor and shooting stars ... if to stay forever, could cause someone gets hurt. They fall as autumns gray. But there is something that never happens ... and you know ... love.
love everything ends and everything begins instantly. Break every rule created with every detail ... just so, you should try to stretch your hand and care as if you'll live forever ... if you stay with him in your heart ... you can safely let go of everything you have ... it does not need anything else.
says my soul, that hope often includes the wait, but goes much further, it knows how to move her legs. Sometimes not everything is as it seems ... and who planted crop insurance ... so if you want love ... love ... love ... love ... you ... want ... want ... but never forget who you are.
A day will come when you least expect someone to stay ... then the sun will burn your skin as usual ... but will be protected ... all around you is dry desert and water ... but someone will feed your soul ... the rain will fall one night ... but you will have umbrellas ... intense heat and frost melt your look shine forever ... but next to your love ... not for you, rather than a simple eclipse ... the leaves will fall after a couple of months ... and you continue to stand ... blow a fresh air ... and 'll still hot ... gnash teeth ... will give you a kiss ... and freeze those lips with a love so great ... and thanks ... to whom? ... To you ... To you ... To you ... To you ... To you ... To you ... To you ... And you ... infinitely ...
Because
love has always been yours ... and now you've given ... so never leave. Even though you went away ... ...