There are things that you should not say and other writing. This is one of them, sorry, I can not shut up. ..
Tonight I hear the shooting stars above my head, on their way to the bottom of the night, and in its bustle-which some philosophers call "The Music of the Spheres" - a sentiment that make me depressed and Life gives me the same time: you love. I can not live without it and I can not imagine how I lived before him. Your absence is a painful tear that makes sense of this feeling as sharp.
Why I will not be able to live as intensely as I have you with me? Why? I perceive my cowardice like that roll of stars ranging from the southern Buenos Aires cold and distant to your warm currents, and on his way trace the path that my soul takes over and over again from the coldness of my bed full of your absence from warmth and tenderness of your body.
Whether you desire that, invariably, I am afraid you do not know how to drink. I wish, deeply and patiently. I want to share your sorrows, your anxieties and your little crisis and cobijándote with my hug you find that too I am fragile and love is all that sustains me.
How the stars take to reach their destination and stop rolling? Weeks, maybe a few months. That's the price we pay for daring to love, because it is not allowed things good and true are given easy or lucky enough light. All good things usually have a value that must travel many times to find out if that same love that we have reached or an illusion. In our case I am willing to cover that cost with what it is, you are my goal and my purpose.
What was at the end of the roll of those distant stars, my love? Just empty silence echoing in space, but in our hearts there will be cold and silent that night, there will be love and warmth, passion and desire. I love you with all my being ...
Love me until the pain goes away, make me love to make me forget my miseries, love me until dies and all you see are your loving eyes saying everything without saying a word. Love you to heal your wounded heart, devour your sorrows and give you my being in your womb will make you happy, my wife my wife and mother.
I love you without measure or fee, with full power of my being, from today, yesterday and forever, since before the stars began their slow roll through the sky, from here to there, my love.
Why I will not be able to live as intensely as I have you with me? Why? I perceive my cowardice like that roll of stars ranging from the southern Buenos Aires cold and distant to your warm currents, and on his way trace the path that my soul takes over and over again from the coldness of my bed full of your absence from warmth and tenderness of your body.
Whether you desire that, invariably, I am afraid you do not know how to drink. I wish, deeply and patiently. I want to share your sorrows, your anxieties and your little crisis and cobijándote with my hug you find that too I am fragile and love is all that sustains me.
How the stars take to reach their destination and stop rolling? Weeks, maybe a few months. That's the price we pay for daring to love, because it is not allowed things good and true are given easy or lucky enough light. All good things usually have a value that must travel many times to find out if that same love that we have reached or an illusion. In our case I am willing to cover that cost with what it is, you are my goal and my purpose.
What was at the end of the roll of those distant stars, my love? Just empty silence echoing in space, but in our hearts there will be cold and silent that night, there will be love and warmth, passion and desire. I love you with all my being ...
Love me until the pain goes away, make me love to make me forget my miseries, love me until dies and all you see are your loving eyes saying everything without saying a word. Love you to heal your wounded heart, devour your sorrows and give you my being in your womb will make you happy, my wife my wife and mother.
I love you without measure or fee, with full power of my being, from today, yesterday and forever, since before the stars began their slow roll through the sky, from here to there, my love.
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