.. someone tells him that's not true that the moon does not feel ... because if you feel ...
... someone screaming at me that I get out of hand ... because it reacts ...
... someone should tie my skin bastard ... it calls for a breast humble to take shelter ..
.. somebody tell me ... because I get tired of saying it ...
tired of giving me the wrong move that I left the edge of the balcony, the mysterious way in which control of my blood I took nothing but my instinct, the same gnawing inside me to swallow a pill combines the 29 I took your bedside table, the 29 s to give reasons that my lungs run out all the air revoked by the fear and covardí, the bravest and behind covardía ... Sometimes saying goodbye is aware ... Sometimes saying goodbye is to surrender ... sometimes I say goodbye ...
for wanting to not look at me! Why do not you kiss me! Why, if your meat is scorned in the same way that my bad legs tied to moss that extolled bohemian night alcohol and smoke ..! SMOKE THE SAME AS AN EVENING I wrapped TO A COLD ROOF: up your cold roof.
misses you
asks
loves you cry ...
c'mo
but loves you, if you do not see that it has hanging from a tree, not see his feet off the ground, away from the land lie at the height of your eyes!
HOW ARE BLIND!
! HOW BLIND YOU BEEN!
who drowned
THAT IS DEAD
remember the moonlight that bathed the last night where the silence filled her heart, so great was your silence that your heart's fragile fairy carried out with the pain become a legend.
and also wanted it to be an angel? as there were, it was only a faint end and the roses withered and covered the fall and spring rivers hid your eyes broken by a sword tanning
glass and steel the land learned to get tarred and her dress ... muddy ... spoiled .. his hair matted and labeled lásgrimas
... you let her die ...
die ... you're leaving ...
