Silence.
My room is calm and clear ... My fingers tremble when writing, as yesterday, as usual. Today
prefer silence and caution. Learning to think with your head.
From time are, Galeano says, his mouth, his feet.
And although I do not understand the vicious circle of the game, I will not dive into the spiral. I do not think you once again ... at the conclusion of these letters. Dismissal your presence until who knows when.
moon will know if you ever come back ... know the night if my arms will be happy to embrace.
silence and I will know that we were wrong, as often as we bet a new beginning.
prefer playing, and I have a head that bet.
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D ecid to risk everything, I waited in a bar, and running awkwardly ran to find the shadow of yesterday ... Were the cause and result of my tears recurrent and persistent ... I did mourn. Fully nailed a dagger in my self ... brutally murdered respect Drop I caressed her, and go let me go.
And what fault I have, if I can not forget pride?.
My love, says Silvio, is a sun on for who deserves love ... Do not ever become the shadow of a plain love ... coat my kisses will never be a memory ... Make no mistake that does not manage my time
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now write to the beat of a song by Ismael, suggesting that he sings one of Silvio ... and the sweet melody firing the wreckage.
Up here I come, sir .. Now wait another ship.
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