I like to walk alone on the street
When the night falls on the houses,
then remember your warm mouth
and the deep brown of your look.
Suddenly it seems to me that your hair
is equal to the rain strings
that comes gently to the roses
how did you get to my soul?
I do not know why it will be that I have sorrows,
it will be the slow death of autumn,
It is enough for me to remember you as you are
and autumn falls asleep, does not die.
Boy on this street like a tree
My song bleeds into your memory.
I like to walk when the street
gets tired of the rumor all day
and accumulate the hours we lost
and give them in bouquets of dew.
I would like to be with you this moment
eventually clung to my hands
and give you my dreams and my cravings
and you kiss my mouth to death.
For the Love of my Life ... Antonio
I love you in Demasia Hermoso Mio.
Always yours, Antgélica Román-Mtx
Only among all we can make this a better place :)