And in the letter that came from heaven, I had many thoughts shared
found I had many ideas that could not break my hand, my memory
could not erase, and is the best way to remember ...
She started like this:
► A hug can share thousands of feelings can make you remember
thousands of thoughts you can think back to happier times, the most
pleasurable, the more sad ... the undesirable.
But when there are penalties that need to share, it is best to do both ...
is best to lighten the weight.
Be strong, be strong or is simply the easiest way
not show my weakness, the damage caused, the disappointment that must meet the paint as
worse ... and the person causing too, I was the victim here ... whatever. But my conscience tells me
at midnight, I said that's not the way ...
almost masculine voice that tells me that nobody was at fault, neither he, nor I, not even the
destination.
mine there anything in it, there's something about him in my ... lie .. it is muchoo me.
spite of the days I remember in detail, I have become master in the art of sculpture
, I have become perfect in its details.
The stars make me known, sighs
seem to remember those moments, no witnesses were needed, no need of much .....
A letter grate half a sentence and the only thing I could write after reading it was the
lyrics of the song I had in my mind all afternoon ...
Today I felt like being a masochist, dreaming of you ... to be optimistic today
qieroo qdarme all day aqi pensandoo in tii. I will afford
go back in
No excuses
... Without naming culprits and even knowing
I'm hurting ...
my faith is big
and deception. ♪ ♪ ♪
Heaven's ideas and mine are mixed ... intertwine, form partnerships, discuss ... but they know they both said at the cafe as we felt ...
Tears shed I saw reminded me of the thousands truly ... the words he said to me, the depression seemed to be telling me about mine ....
Masochism! Masochistic ... I repeated that is not fair ... I do not see you hurt? I said.
She just told me ... the damage to us we want ... xq but you surpass all fast,
why I'm here ... you ... for this to make me easier to carry.
The letter continued .... and just to finish the letter from Sky ... written with red pen ...
I too .... because she said the only thing that could release was a kiss .. the last, final.
And I also, I also wanted the kiss, I cleared the doubts that might still have in my head, that will show the individual how strong I am, how I can be necessary ...
how much I miss ... or let me rest in peace. (Not so tragic ... but that fits the phrase.)
All a good cup of coffee can make you remember ...
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