Your embrace is the air that causes it to inflate the soul but my body is small and can not be so. Your mouth is a lie that never lies is a lie because there is a mouth like yours. The tear that would keep you out the pa 'you did not have penalties and always use the same, I want to hug at night if the day, you can not be me ... I'd settle with your smell.
I remember you way to Madrid, the four drops of an autumn first arrived, took the clothes of their luggage and settled. And you came and filled the old light bars of the railing of my balcony, which had long since lit up my room. The house where I was born.
"Musical Fund: CAMINO DE MADRID, Pedro Javier Hermosilla"
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