"Nobody really knows me, my thoughts never take air. I shut myself away in my beautiful smile and arbitrary imperfection of the puppets more than crystal, I feel close behind the rusty gate, my head is on another planet, circling the endorphins, the body of granite vague in the sky, walking on the moon's thoughts to the contrary, I smile, dream and fly like an angel inverminito, suffering from a sad drunken rages that sometimes and other times, she married an ' joy that knows no boundaries. I am far from you as the fool of the platform, let me make mistakes, suffer wrong by heart so close to you. I am totally different than when you see me even meets me, let you browse at random in this showcase my days so full of shooting stars, the shadow of my soul I am glad if I think the bars that we brought in, go around the neck with the leaders and be free of v'illudete and impudent. I have my memories as old as the mountains, long-standing as witnesses of revelers pillories shameless shames blunt. Here, nothing can air currents, "the night I want you to put under a glass bell," said a voice in a remote corner of the cosmos. Unpleasant noises do not disturb my orgasm crazy, I'm a lame albatross of barrels of rum and rugged looks of enthusiasm orphan "(AF).
I've always really enjoyed this step ... and that's it. No need for explanations.
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