My life always has been

I to think about you.

Atthough I Knew you,

the shorf whiles were feu

that happened next to you.

I will not able to forget to you

insatiable woman.

Memory of the forgetfulness,

that it kenew dew,

of the carola in flower.

You to think he is suiling,

like the dawn of the day,

you glance is my anguish

that it invites to me to dream.

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Comentariu publicat de Aly pe Martie 4, 2010 la 2:43am
If you want to read something realy good,you can try with Riner Maria Rilke.Con toda mi estimacion,Ally.


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