your laughter Get me the bread, if you like, takes my breath, but not tires me your laughter. Do not get me tires rose, the spear que defoliation, the water abruptly springs from your joy, the sudden wave silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and return with tired eyes see sometimes by que the land does not change, but to get your laugh rises to the sky seeking me and opens me all the doors of life.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 07:44:49 +0000