There is always a star Perdido lonely .... quizás nadie sabe what is that, you do not miss the yo b

Cry dreams pub tonight pub melancholy and grief beyond the depth until the bird flying in the air. Absence loose resonates now orphaned attachment and races committed, among the unfortunate legacy. Tears of a star explodes, pub it lost in the sky, the universe sings love song to the beloved pub star. Longed star, who travel alone, on the ground, torn. I lament the moon that watches upset, pub alone among the vastness heartbroken. pub And the rain, infected, who raises nostalgic pub tears of its star contritely. A tear falls on the floor depressed, masked and watered, the most beautiful pink. Glimmer of hope that pervades the dawn, waking from sleep, the star missed ... Today, as always, I say goodbye with a song of Adele. Happy August!
There is always a star Perdido lonely .... quizás nadie sabe what is that, you do not miss the yo but the hope. Me gustan las estrellas y tú, the poet, which I feel Haces con tus poems ..... you are a star, a star that shines every day more con fuerza. Delete Reply
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