That pretty is the uncertainty left when I visit ...
This silence can not last, I made it clear that already the other hand, is not a visit but an invitation. I'll let my nostalgia hung on the door, an envelope on the bed where I make the statement this life of solitude, the three wishes asked of the last small smile to take to her memory as to who has the Because for me ...
Thanks for the fantasy to become a fact and let me be free with the conviction that if I am born again, we'll meet again ...
Achievement that time had no sensation, thanks to come ...
I'm flying asleep but I count my steps .... I am returning this
black plume as a guarantee my answer ...
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