It never forgets that in the deep one of its soul a blinding light exists showing to it where it will find the place that belongs to it. if does not sadden with what the others say, by the way they does not know it, therefore if they still know the name continues being insufficient, remains little. They do not know the difference between its smiles and looks, much less the gestures that its body executes while it only thinks about something yours. She keeps to my image with all the force that has in you, because not so late, nor so early I know that at a moment it will remember me and it will say: ' ' that one that made always me of everything, exceeded the barriers and only fought without no weapon the love that felt for me, and the tears that cried were more than simple pranto and know that always it will love mim.' ' Angels are all equal, them lie to keep the control and they never know the alias process to stop and to reflect the time, this proper one that he runs among the lives and he shows how much is necessary if to live and not it today tomorrow. I continue where I am, insisting on taking you and the book that I made for you he will be read by the proper one homaged, will be as pncipe of the ball reading the invitation for the party especially mounted for it. It, only it, it continues and is, forever remains to suffer the overwhelming wait, waiting it to come back the same with feeling, therefore the ilusria philosophy is part of a new start, this, where the personages make a new history.
That different, empolgante, amused, planned and catastrophic one, because in the distance nothing more it is that tragedy. The way for the solitude has been faithful, has the led one for where it wants and I say: ' ' now, for who I will go to speak of love? ' '. It always said and I will say that my love perpetual always and will continue being you, and this never will disappear. It lives in me, it was the best time of my life, was the perfect dream that I could imagine and today; I lose myself in these souvenirs, neither souvenirs that the destination traiu, undid the planned one, finished with the hope. the wind mills, all had become dragons; the stars, them cairam of the sky; the sea, it dried; the rainbow, it lost the colors; the life simply left to breathe; the dream, it continues alive while you to exist. when you to listen to calling I it and not to know to answer, think, she only thinks about as I must be and I hear: ' ' my life belongs to it! ' ' The time still continues dragging it, taking you for far, and I wait that you one day find a way to come back toward me. Until so waited day and never he forgets how much love I you.
That different, empolgante, amused, planned and catastrophic one, because in the distance nothing more it is that tragedy. The way for the solitude has been faithful, has the led one for where it wants and I say: ' ' now, for who I will go to speak of love? ' '. It always said and I will say that my love perpetual always and will continue being you, and this never will disappear. It lives in me, it was the best time of my life, was the perfect dream that I could imagine and today; I lose myself in these souvenirs, neither souvenirs that the destination traiu, undid the planned one, finished with the hope. the wind mills, all had become dragons; the stars, them cairam of the sky; the sea, it dried; the rainbow, it lost the colors; the life simply left to breathe; the dream, it continues alive while you to exist. when you to listen to calling I it and not to know to answer, think, she only thinks about as I must be and I hear: ' ' my life belongs to it! ' ' The time still continues dragging it, taking you for far, and I wait that you one day find a way to come back toward me. Until so waited day and never he forgets how much love I you.
