time has left me in the chest brands, brands that do not heal anesthetized vivid but not to forget I've learned, but it does not bother me, I no longer hurt, those who are traces of my past, my present teaching, and that will remain in my future, even more, join me beyond death, where being not feel and the soul does not grieve.
Just as there are stored in a trunk sincere hugs, laughter and laughter, the cries of agony, the anger and frustration, so lived as the time when that happened. I now embrace this new daughter clinging to his place in the trunk hoping not to finish in a dusty corner, to be used again.
chest Digging in, I find the engine of my life, latent and tireless efforts to oxygen to the body, which echoes in my eardrums when my head is on the pillow, the one that you just need to hand in chest to feel him, alive and attentive to time. In it I keep the most precious moments, I treasure the caresses that delight me, look strong and comforting says I love you sincerely, kissing me laughing cause shyness, seducing my lips and make them addicted to "Him."
My bottomless trunk full of hugs of support, all honest, they all fill me with joy, give me a unique peace and security, to which I give with passion and I get carried away in a sea of emotions, covering me, but I do not drown.
gills with whom I have every feeling that ecstasy break my being, and my lungs that leads to absorb every feeling and leads to a chain fractalaria veins.
I want to do once again, lost in the grounds of your body, and enjoy the air that surrounds us ....
only remains to wait ... to store more memories ...
I hold with one hand on his arm 
