The cure.
I love you.
From the distant centuries.
I love you.
With what I know and what I ignore.
I love you.
With a vestige of yesterdays.
I love you.
Of life and death.
There is no freedom in this.
It's a lie.
That someone chooses the love of his life.
Recognizing love does not imply resignation.
It's a testimony of light that you have obtained wisdom.
I love you.
With my luck and my misfortune.
I love you.
With my asthy and my magic.
I love you.
With questions
and certainties.
I love you.
With the traps that this damn head lures me.
There is no
freedom in this.
It's a lie.
That someone chooses the love of his life.
Recognizing love does not imply resignation.
It's a testimony of light that you have obtained wisdom.
I love you.
With my luck
and my misfortune.
I love you.
With the traps that this damn head lures me.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
With my luck and my misfortune.
I love you.
I love you.
With a vestige of yesterdays.
I love you.
Of life and death.
I
love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.