Déjame pintar a mano alzada una sonrisa en tu cara, permíteme componer una hermosa melodía que acompañe tu soledad y dame la autorización necessary for good brushes to be able to add color to your life. Consent to my eyes to light your way because I need to feel inspired to continue every day to look in the mirror I notice that my vision for the future is clouded and I do not look further. Turn on the engines of nonsense, Heads for success, as when evidence to get a picture that does not leave even though you try, until you see reflected what has excited you. I hear rain with sadness and that baffles me because I like to feel like water running down my face. Allows this simple woman give a double somersault over you, so that the sensitivity that surrounds me is able to surprise. Acuna my sleep to be restorative, helping me to see the beauty around me, without tiring of life itself. Give me a cloak, trying to wake my muse, had left me exhausted much insistence, to bring me what I can not express the uncertain path that I followed. The sun comes out and the heat not knowing haunts me to channel the passion flower and the color fades from the leaves of my dreams are becoming brown gradually. Hours pass and the illusion leaves me bored, I can not find the strength to keep me awake and that produces anxiety. Let me hear your voice and arrúllame the senses with your words. Let me just digress with my anxiety, my heart ripped from the restlessness that torments me.
Of course, promising not to trip over subtlety, which disrupts the beauty you've given to my life ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment