Se ocultan los
Recuerdos
Me asaltan en
Las no noches
Cual ladrones
Hambrientos
Y me escondo
En mi almoha
Me refugio
En el sueno
Y por unos
Segundos
Me entretengo
En tu cuerpo
Pero la noche
Es corta
Y de pronto
Despierto
Y vuelven
los ladrones
A rondar
Mi memoria!
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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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