I imagine my eyes on time of sleep, a past over thousand stone I have stumbled, but over a heart in travelled, but it is a white page with shades, of adornments of tears and kisses.
I imagine a memory in my mind, tired of strolling around he consents, but the passion of the patient heart and but but etas I miss you in the daytime, since my life begins when I met you, but I write on this page, that I never wanted this way, but my life begins when I met you, but you are my happiness in this word that to write.
You are my sun in the night, but one does not forget the moment that you came to me, but I write it this way to immortalize it, I know when time to already past, your memory supports your fragrances.
Only I want that it is a motive of your sleep, my words it is like the sea of a vast crystal, and he will feel my love externally, when the wind takes you his tune.
End with a stone smile in vain, that just is my page of my life, which was shining for you, when you value the essence of me, since I am not a bogey, but I will be another page of your life.
Only a look of one is lettering, of feeling proper that the literature immortalizes it in the word, but him essence of the life every you see, that reads it or names it just liberates your soul, since your love is proper of your fortitude.
