sound like when your lips burn my skin.
sound like when you sound so slowly that my ears did not hear you ...
I hear you, so deeply so into you that the words die on your tongue before birth ... Mecesa
my trusting soul to me into a bottomless pit, disarming, melting, drying the reasons that occurs to me flee and not look back ...
now rarely makes us absurd and carelessness, invent, invented words and gestures that make us wary ... I ask again
another truce, because there are reasons ...
"I have nothing to lose, to lose, I love you too, do not play, I love you"
And I will not let you turn in circles just because we decided to walk in a straight line, because now we can walk the hand and not want to run more, I want us to walk slowly, measuring each step that can make us stumble and fall, I will not fall again, I prefer that we fly and when the night is so dark you can not let us see us out for a while wherever we are and relax watching the stars from a waterbed.
think that every day is one less to live and one to enjoy. We
remains but the way back, we still sail a thousand seas ... Although it is not the time to surrender or sinking ...
