If I look at the sky always find comfort, because while you're away, is the roof. If I write poems that talk about your memories, I know your answer is prayer in wasting your time. And the same is not in vain, I have lived too much, even with so much history, you are and will remain. hug you and kiss you in my dreams, wake up, soaked in your recuerdo.Caminaré knowing that one day I was between your fingers. Stigma will be my love, for I had and missed your flight. Looking
streets I found myself between your figure, and I desperately to give you a hug. I do not get to the corner of the train to face my failure, fear of knowing who she is today takes your hand. And time is not in vain, I have lived too much, even with so much history, you are and will remain.
will embrace and kiss you in my dreams, wake up, soaked in your memory. Walk knowing that one day I was between your fingers. Stigma will be my love, for I had and missed your flight.
difficult it is to erase memories beyond the body. Convert love a mystery. And although it does not matter because you are not just enough to saberlo.Te hug and kiss you in my dreams, wake up, soaked, drenched in your recuerdo.Caminaré knowing that one day I was between your fingers. Stigma will be my love, for I had and missed your flight. Stigma will be my love, and is proud that your mouth I belonged yesterday.
Kany García
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