of long goodbyes and kisses welcome to exchange first and last car.
I have a loneliness so busy that I can organize a procession of sizes and colors per season promises to touch and taste.
Without shaking over me hug your absences to assist and help me in my face from you.
I am full of shadows of nights and desires of laughter and a curse.
My guests attend attend to their grievances and dreams his lack of candor new
I will put a broom behind the door because I want to be alone with my face from you.
But his face you look elsewhere with their eyes love and not love as food seeking their hungry look and look and my day off.
The walls are going is the night of nostalgia will not
nothing left.
my face now you close your eyes and it is a desolate solitude.
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