I know well that has that smile and those ways and all the turmoil that is in every step of giving gesture. But I've also seen serious, be the same, and seriously that can not be written in a poem. So tell me why they view it as drinking beer, and how it revolves on the tiles and how easy it sometimes seems to fall in love.
that all this can be that fucking only reason to stay alive and fuck the self-destruction ... All this for some mouth kisses taste better is a story that I know from the day he gave me two kisses and told me his name. But do not know what it is to fall from a cliff and that appears suddenly and in front [...] not know what it is to wake up and that the twisting and yawn, then hug you and then not know how to get rid of worldwide. You know how ducks head, looks up and bites his lower lip. I know its format voice whisper, moan and formats format secret. I know your scars, and the site that will have to play in the east of his left foot to make you laugh, and I know what your knees and how to touch the strings of a guitar. [...] because I have more debts to his back that nobody will ever have with the moon (and see that there are fools in love in this world). know the face That makes when left to be completely, surrendered to that fucking miracle supposed to exist. I've seen flying over poets worth much more than these fingers, and I've seen sand puddle breaking all the clocks that set the path, and I've seen him all morning competition at the window: I do not talk about landscapes they have not seen his body .
I do not know who wrote it, but it is very big ... Listen to the whole video because it's worth, really. I just always get goose bumps.
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