an empty bottle ...
tobacco ...
and the flavor of the night, all that mystifies and all strokes.
rains a heavy rain.
rest abducted by all the power that nature provides us.
the land it took him ages to form,
to make themselves beautiful it is ... and who knows with how much patience will become more beautiful.
the patience of Mother Earth ...
what we have to learn, in these days of frenzy ...
in this time travel ...
the night of untamed passions ...
to your joints ...
the caution to the terrifying fear of finding myself in my footsteps.
the mirror,
the words you cling to this soul,
and remain hanging as a banner of joy.
these stories, we know tell us to smile,
thoughts that can not deviate,
this rekindled that cigarette smoke makes me cough,
in silence ...
this rain, which never ceases to bear hardships in the ether, that does not scroll
thoughts ...
this rain I want to go out into the street and bathe and drink, and run without
catch your breath and pass out on the wet,
in to share a puddle gray
to savor that tar.
to that sun, that tomorrow will burn the calm face,
these shoulders, heavy pain yesterday,
to these hands, they do not know what to caress,
after tasting your skin.
0 comments:
Post a Comment