The love that goes .....
I thought cammminare piano, Nos want anyone to notice my presence.
The passage of a shadow in the sea of \u200b\u200bfaces that I meet on my way, in my memories, in the present and past.
Silence.
Silence of love that passes, there is no waiting for wind, breeze, dreaming.
The love that has passed the taste of night fantasies, has the smell, the color of spring. ... Has echoes of smiles, tears have hungry kisses that there are no more.
For love without boundaries passing floats, and every day we leave the bitter taste of a waiver .. unnecessary defeat, certainly not useless because you have tried everything, or maybe you tried the wrong way ...
For the love that passes, passes and you do not expect, and you look at him go ... and think when it is far away, and he savored the train which knows of abandonment. His hands are perfumed with joy, anxiety, leaving traces, indelible and blue above her breasts, her hair and eyes of grain sea, which like beacons illuminating the subtle points and stripped the soul .. has high expectations ..
His hands are anger, hurt, screams of tears, of things thrown in the air has its hands full frustration, low expectations now ... .. Why the love that passes is a breeze, which becomes hurricane crushes ..... is this anxiety in my throat, this expectation hectic, this trick is passing by, that review and then flows in a vortex full of tears, moments of intense lost in anything, because the love that passes is another dress I wear, hair cut and maybe I'll be fine all the same, the higher the heel to be different .. but it's only love that goes ....
because the love that passes are moments that go, I have my doubts that will not leave me alone, an alleyway, in a special day all that could be ... if only we had met, if only we had walked the same path. ... because you're special ... in any place, any day, any hour to you, not a ordinary man ... I would like.
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