"He died my eternity, and I'm veiling" ...
Cesar Vallejo.
To Juanki-chaco.
Well, if my friend circle all day today to be the idea for my constant source of sadness, I rephrased the question that you previously had made, trying to find a link that allowed me to climb to reach the ideal conclusion to allow us to clarify ideas, or perhaps tears.
Music with an air of rain and soft, slow rhythms was my ideal guide for the analysis of the origin was looking for, your answer to my question, so simple in my eyes but so deep to my soul, I, I I think walking and you grieve, which is what you add in the arms of that lovely feeling passenger station and in many cases to permamente ...
Your look is radiant spark, your soul is restless, but Your fear is that preserved as a treasure of childhood is always better not to disclose, but who accompanies you, is there as your best friend, those who never give up and stay there until we have to watch over them and bury them.
tell you now As night falls, that his silence envelops us, and I better let your soul fly with the sky better in store ... we want
Good flight.
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