Que a la tarde no le hace falta el invierno ni a la noche le hace falta el desierto. Te cuento que cuando te fuiste, se me callo el cielo y sin embargo aqui estoy
De pie.
Breathing
I seat in here and I look at the sky So perfectly draw by the Artist The contrasting colors that blends Over the crystalline waters In this...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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