after all is what it weighs. Do not tell me that after all is nothing. Chaos
After the Cosmos did his, but there was no loss, learned to live.
dearly love dearly and hate. Blame it on my heart and the adverb that makes extensive and impressive.
love the poor spider has chosen to live under the same roof and do not bother to invade, whether to pass unnoticed to their business. Hate
stop mosquitoes because my dream is like a death every night, but are deeply disturbing.
involved is as alive. And no wonder. I love the sky
colonized by stars (the fleeting cause me some sadness, but also the master).
love the moon on the throne as possible.
love the wind coming through the window and comb or ruffles my gestures, I love the wind when it does not hurt.
love the rain when I was surprised (but not when I am surprised).
hate the day comes to an end, until the night makes me love her dearly.
love the sun, but I resigned myself to take it fully as my own, lo amo de compañía, cuando me hace sentir parte de su reino.
Amo la noche, aunque de tanto en tanto me recuerde que no soy su dueña, aunque a veces quiera someterla a mis antojos y no se deje.
