My soul says enough
Don’t you know that I was born to
love
It is then that you never looked my
inheritance
Laughter the ira who will cover
Like the caress and wound who
sanara
And breeding saw below my most
intimate desires
all replete with them the wisdom
not dawn without flavors
and if many grudges peered at the
threshold of a sweet love… .
But Oh! Cruel disappointment there
were no love… There was no light
nor the more mild heat
Yes… that is enough of hipocrecías
you do not are the love…!!
Axact

Axact

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