Wild Thornberry Wildlife

Oblivion leans to me and is silent. I had no choice but to open the door and beg comfort. Drastic
your method of self-love, silly, cynical, childish. We are no longer
for bull nor sarcasm. Or at least I'm not. Why did you say in silence what could you tell me your ear?

Now is the time to be silent. It is not easy to find words, and born to me, they do so without force and with the wind.

Gone is the train that took us to target, the two. You
dismissal at the station, and I wish you a nice trip. To other arms, other kisses ... to other moons and dawns ...
I embrace you with his eyes because the illusion that I was overwhelmed and inspired this time was the glory of thy name, and today is the sigh of a gull migrates. You
dismissal with nostalgia but smiling. It was time to cut the umbilical cord about me linking to your echo.

climb on the train and walk away. Your shadow will slowly blurring leaving a soft twilight of summer following your steps ... In the following platform
hope mine. I take my backpack and my books, I have to trova and the guerrillas in song, the pen and the sweetness of the kisses that I expect.

is made at night with calm and clarity is becoming sarcastic laugh of the night. All that one day we went, it becomes that no longer make ...