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It was oscuro…
Only the beam of light from your eyes.
You taught me to breathe
and your bowels caressed my fragile body.
Dreaming of colors
and you could imagine beautiful,
they were nine months in a pink world.
I grew up a bit with your heat
Fed me with your touch
and words of love.
The time came
was going to meet you,
was very protected
with fear of perderte…
Became the light
a morning of February,
MOM there were you
so wonderful and so sweet
as you had imagined.
I learned with the passage of time
and in my dangerous wanderings
each one of your tips
valued at each event
My nineteen years
and dreaming every time
I am far away,
with your words
He wrapped my experiences
and they acobardan fears
of my youth.
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It was oscuro…
Only the beam of light from your eyes.
You taught me to breathe
and your bowels caressed my fragile body.
Dreaming of colors
and you could imagine beautiful,
they were nine months in a pink world.
I grew up a bit with your heat
Fed me with your touch
and words of love.
The time came
was going to meet you,
was very protected
with fear of perderte…
Became the light
a morning of February,
MOM there were you
so wonderful and so sweet
as you had imagined.
I learned with the passage of time
and in my dangerous wanderings
each one of your tips
valued at each event
My nineteen years
and dreaming every time
I am far away,
with your words
He wrapped my experiences
and they acobardan fears
of my youth.
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