1/19/08
Your hand feels gentle,
You said so;
Tears come out,
Very quietly.
Seashore in spring,
Your head on my knees and fell asleep;
Your hair, gently,
When I combed with my fingers.
Suddenly, I felt like I understood everything;
All the pain in the heart goes home to the sky
On your cheek,
The drops of tears;
I told you it's spray from the sea,
I put my hands over your eyes to blind
Please be here with me, I am here with you
bonjour....
shielo..
te extraño muxo...
me encanto tu post..
spero que nos veamos pronto..
kisses..