Vigilante in the past evolved as the tornado write my name with the brand of a new year;
till you drop, still on my face y perplejo, cerraré el capitulo pasado en el presente que me queda descrito en las letras y vivencias de la red y experiencia ...
El cielo se oscurece al amanecer en la gris humadera incierta construida al paso invisible que marca mis pisadas ¡y mis ojos! ¿qué han de ver en este ciclo?
Noches deseantes de mujeres en el candor de la innocence that everyone loves you. natural cycle is the flight of birds, changing experiences, the day he was born, death experience. Too
knew it was moments such high as the eagle was I who had to understand that cycles have to change and the emerging contact the world will change my status ;
Among dementia that makes me forget to load on the shoulders protests canes hidden in the livid desire to have another fall ... Toxic is the thought that I hide in storms of forests that cover life, my anger in the anger of the changes natural experiment. bristles you exhale my skin waiting for your body again renombrarte and put a price on these years ...