Hope Poems
In the passage of the days you even ask
I think a little, absence of the Castaway
Wait for your spring to winter
And derramare my tears on the shores of a Lake
Your do gone so far to tireless,
So close things always go too far,
And not return perhaps sooner or later,
And if someone day will already be old.
I will learn in life that is necessary,
Know the insabido is not something vulgar,
I will die of distress as the fish out of the Aquarium,
And derramare my tears to the shore of a sea.
So your not knowing that someone maybe heriste,
Do your vida loca on the steps of the moment
Forgetting someone for you will be sad,
Hope Poems
In the passage of the days you even ask
I think a little, absence of the Castaway
Wait for your spring to winter
And derramare my tears on the shores of a Lake
Your do gone so far to tireless,
So close things always go too far,
And not return perhaps sooner or later,
And if someone day will already be old.
I will learn in life that is necessary,
Know the insabido is not something vulgar,
I will die of distress as the fish out of the Aquarium,
And derramare my tears to the shore of a sea.
So your not knowing that someone maybe heriste,
Do your vida loca on the steps of the moment
Forgetting someone for you will be sad,
Hope Poems