Good morning, I do not speak English but I wanted that what I did to translate it will be reflected all that I wrote, I hope it is to your liking.
Poets know that whoever has a pencil carries a paradise in their pocket.
You, you are that individual who gives to my soul that tranquility that I seek desperately in this frivolous world full of banalities and meaningless things that so much I abhor. You are that chord of my piano that fades into my room to give entrance to an indescribable piece of sensations, and I look at you, I look at you with fascination, because it is impossible to believe how a smile returns your special Sundays. of the Thousand and one theories Hostels.com and to confirm there is no more interesting than your eyes, those doors that enclose a universe by which any mortal would kill and I am here tonight, writing to those doors so as to move them to give me a step to your soul, Soul that has power, power that gives strength, that revives and that grant a last sigh which prevents surrender.
Dedicated to all those people who found love.
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