let the whole run, without running the nothing,
that appearances are no fairy tale
that one suffers from loves, however fine the sword may be,
that one gives the heart wrongly
every tear that my pupils to your name precensian,
it's about falling in love with you, about your damn appearance
the quietest noise, between submissive sheets,
a love that was constant I destroy the breeze
that your love was not pure, it was only the fragrance,
pure and real love leaves passion and perseverance
the constancy that the heart filled all its ances,
and that ances sometimes kill the gift of ignorance
that I dream you without sleeping and I see that it was not a dream,
every day I think that I dream about you and I do not know if it's reality
that enflesh me with empe? o, in only being your due? o,
but I get up in the middle of my sleep and go back to my solitude
the portrait painted by such a colorful love,
a work of picasso is made that does not make sense
my heartbeat, do not feel my kisses no longer touch you,
They do not even rosé you. those memories that already hit me
the one who respects you, entitled as huevon,
and the one who only uses you, you love him with your heart
rightly the same flour builds itself,
I love you less than before, I do not want to see you anymore
CHORUS:
What happens to you remember when you looked for it. at night in your dreams I chased
of 100 messages that I sent you ..your hundred answered me
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that things arise sometimes because of the material,
and that the feeling is not useful for the one who requires it
the one who transfers it, happiness usually finds,
and the one who holds it, in solitude always keeps
that to dream of going back was to fall into the same waste,
Although pride will clothe you, I painted as an odious
that the feeling laughs along with the evil
and that the truth is united after the certainty
steps that damage the organ that is no longer beating,
who does not want more combat and decided to abandon you
that my oldest companion decided to be solitude,
and you sincerely gave life to evil
That I love you more than yesterday, but I think more than before,
that the waves do not fall, because you stopped the time,
that this is more than a future, with you always forward,
lost in your love. But in this the tempo guided me
Let everything go slow, maybe strong as the wind,
that the breathing of both is our biggest noise,
and what to tell you that I love you say it and make sense
that you fell in love with me and I played live the cupid
that looking into your eyes was to be close to falsehood
to breathe your scent was to lock my lungs
that your actions killed, my great sincerity
not to lie, but with you I learned the gifts
Only among all we can make this a better place :)