I don't wanted to hold
him, unpack the luggage of oblivion?,
But i don't know what i could give for have her looking over my shoulder what i
write. I gave her my nights and my bread , my
anguish, my laugh, in exchange for her kisses and her haste, with
him i discovered
there are eternal loves that last a short Winter.
Mic ae la
Mic ae la En secreto me desarmé.
ya no más.
... Hagamos SILENCIO.
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