Born panic in villages
and madness are buried anxieties
a day of reunions in
God bottles of wine in
black sky hides
lost the heroic moments
that marginalize ourselves ...
Like a withered flower you lie
on this earth, as the distress lasts
and the midday sun fall into madness.
melancholic girl end of stories,
novels of childhood, awakens from
my arms.
see your waist, your eyes wonder
entered a dance, feel the heat
in your lap while our bodies
melt and with the looks we get
pieces ...
But that is the wonder of the encounter,
wonder if there are girding our internal
hair falling down the years
They are gray, they are old experiences
that mark!.
you as volcanic rock erupted
burning desire for eternity, who raises
from the dead, the lost, but the
feeling there has always been my girl .. .
The reunion prompts us to lose my mind
and fall into the temptation to succumb between words
and canteens.
we lose Dionsíacamente
in praise pagan
two bottles of red wine have to satisfy our desire.
We flesh, we are blood, we hanmbre
of experience, we sat reunion
in the tomb of the past, we are the living;
now we are only memory of love
the adolesciencia ...
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