in April was warm
had tears in his eyes, and laughed nonstop. Because that's have learned the bitter, that if a blonde, the better.
Today I spend traveling, I do not stay anywhere. I think in all those hugs, those that I can not give. I
one minute face to face, in the silence of immensity, a minute to look you in the front and not let go anymore. Know that I'm caring, but never is there to be, you know that I'm imagining, but you never think that I can think of.
And tomorrow, to see us again you look sad I am moving. Will share that blonde, but the rest I said you know nothing.
This journey continues and my arms will wait here. sprouted
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