
Loneliness Gomez Jattin
burn Now I do not know where I need to give you my heart always
slave
Poor you must urgently sick again and again
What I do with you there as stupid vacant
Let's get rid
biology of your own sorrow and takes flight
What do you suggest the time? Do you like the look carefully
aging but your good niece?
Go and tell him about when he cried for no reason
laughter Or when wet his pants
Or crosses the field and planting a tree or Take
luxury line and knife and builds
kite and lifts him up
your loneliness clouds
No No my friend we both do anything like that again
wanted to sleep on your stomach
But those times are over his body and his desire
roam between cinemas and bars
fevered city behind other bodies and other desires
And that's good is life without us
also has the right to self pleasure
There is only the moon and not only is the wind dies
You got me
Y Our Lady of La Soledad Gomez Jattin
Missed Ah unhappy parents
much disappointment
Noble brought his youngest son age
the smartest lawyer
Instead
respectable stoner known
loving husband instead of a bachelor cautious
Instead of a few needy children poems
What terrible sin that is serving
honored couple of old? "Unmentionable?
The truth is that the father spoke to him in his childhood of freedom That
Honoré de Balzac was a remarkable man
Song From deep
life Unaware of what was making
Honest Love Song
promise not to love you eternally,
and be faithful until death,
or walk hand in hand,
or fill you with roses, kiss passionately
not always. I swear I will
sorrows, problems and discussions will
I will look at other women and you'll look
men swear that you are not my all
or my baby, and my only reason for living,
but sometimes I miss you.
always wish you promise not sometimes get tired of your sex you
you tired of my hair and sometimes tedious
will swear on my face
there will be times when we feel a mutual hatred,
will want to finish everything and end up perhaps, but you
say we love each other
build, share.
Now if you believe that I love you?
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