Never wrote a letter coming from the heart, but that piece of paper you write you love, it leaves on the bedside or in the refrigerator, wakes often running because the night hours were few, or many tears, Today I feel so eager to write to you, not my dreams, because youre a dream that is part of my life in this short passage. Remember that day you walked in the street, the lowered head and not davas account the color of the sky, and someone esbarou against you, and you smiled and apologized. Remember that day you looked out the window, with the breath tired, sad, and aimlessly went against the window, scared you wiggling and falls, and you smiled Remember that day you had cooked a romantic dinner and no one came, and dismantling the table, apagas you the welts you back and when you come up the candles were lit candles again, and you smiled Remember that day, sitting on the bed crying, the tears seemed angry and suddenly the sea window opened drying tears and you smiled. And Grinning today write you that Smiling is part of life, And you are the Smile in my world, and the reason my letter ... Love you. Poems of Sandro
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 13:10:32 +0000
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