I would like to be the owner,
of the covenant of your mouth
I would like to be the verb to
that you do not invite
to the party of your voice
have you ever asked
Once, tell the truth,
if you feel the wind
under your clothes
when you bathe in the naked sea
who caresses your body
at the party of your skin
you will feel the salt, the waves, you will feel the sand,
I feel sorry.
I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you surround with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy of the party of your skin.
They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat ... but
yes they are from your mouth
I love them too.
I would like to be honest, handsome
I miss you
in this sentence I only ask your forgiveness
Why do not I write something better?
Oh, I do not know.
have you ever asked me, for
ask,
which is what I want,
why have I
drawn the air that
played to be silent
if I really understand you
or we just want
and if at night it hurts me,
so much to want from afar
you will feel the salt, the waves, you will feel the sand,
I feel sorry.
I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you surround with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy of the party of your skin.
They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat ... but
yes they are from your mouth
I love them too.
I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you surround with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy of the party of your skin.
I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you surround with your life
if you want to be the air
I invite you girl to my shirt, my shirt
of your joy and the party of your skin
I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you surround with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy and the party of your skin
Only among all we can make this a better place :)