my need to discover, to bestow on this night a different glow to soothe in a moment, before he died and revisit my past, which I have many stories to tell, in my naive and clumsy 27 years . I supported
a cornucopia in the window for my luck defaulted to fill my empty wrist of my most precious jewel.
I keep in mind the place where I left off, the mountain you can see the sea and its mists that hide the small islands that my refuge, where I was going to cry alone, and those that could listen without judging me silently, if not you?
I went there with my dad told me your story and I lovebambi small, my eyes glued to his lips, I followed him without distraction.
said that you were in love with a hunter, and yet I imagine your first kiss, inside the cave, those glances that we stole from the madness of the enclosure.
And I heard a loud music that penetrated the soul in that sanctuary, sand and glass scratch the skin.
After your death, he was the first to see the first smile that you gave the afterlife.
of him I was just a number, I still feel the smell when I brought up there by you, and cuddle her baby, to show her that he loved her.
needed him.
so strong anger to see more horizons back, which never end in my thoughts of death.
I'll never forget, rose the mountain, I will never forget him, my blood still pulsing pain in my stomach.
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