arrives and stirs up my plans.
The reverse, puts them head to toe. Caress the grass with my hands and touched the sky with my feet ...
And I, slave to the words last night I was served warm, I enjoy the fuss, and I'm happy where I think.
Summer has her scent, her perfume lime trees, the stars his face .. Into the sea, with its roar reminds me of him, his strength, his bravery. Summer always brings to me, even through the wind ...
destroys Summer time and clocks. And my dream that had long hung by a thread and do not let that throw a tightrope today dance the fire dance and grind with joy.
there is no hope beyond the horizon when he is sitting ... irony to playing with his shadow. There are no minutes, but the moments ...
Eternal eternÃsima Amélie
think that says it all, I play life .... Because you know, or feel you ... Silvio Rodriguez
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