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 ...
PDTA: Written on my birthday.
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