cobra2014

O my critic, leave me to my loneliness. I swear by a love that will combine you with a most beautiful lover to leave me alone. Leave me to my dreams and patience till tomorrow. Tomorrow will judge me as it pleases. Your sermons scald me and take me to a place where life is dead and cold; as a desert in winter night. My heart is small. I want to deliver it from the darkness of my chest. I want to free it from it's deathly prison and rest it upon my shoulder, so the world must see it's deep buried secrets. Leave me my critic and do not advise me, because the calamities have opened my eyes. The tears have expanded my sight and the sadness has ta

if the first look is the flora of love you implant in your life the first kiss is the  blossom that appears in it . its the first true words that said by the four lips . and its the promise that you make without words to be said , and it's the beginning of a ballad that ends with i love you this is just an opinion of a man who never made this promise before . ******español******** si la primera mirada es la flora de amor implantes en su vida el primer beso es la flor que aparece en ella. sus las primeras palabras verdaderas que decían por los cuatro labios. y es la promesa que usted hace sin palabras que decir, y es el co

after eight years of loneliness i don't think this eclipse will ever end . i really started to belive that this is the end for me , alone and in every day a piece of me will be stolen , no more running away from the truth ,   *       *        *         *          *        *         *         *        *         *   &#