From when I was away too long
There are things in life that define us. They are all hoping for a better world, perhaps an unattainable utopia or the way of giving to all causes with true affection. I define love because it responds to the problem of human existence, and argue that it is useless to stand if there is happiness our equilibrium. So today I write to Jennifer, because it is sad affects me in my absence. There was a time I was far, far away, while sliding on the hours spent my forehead like a blast and the nights were chilly hands touched. but once missed and my poem blew look:
I see you on the curves of the river crossing.
thinning is beginning to nostalgia
care and fall of totazo these anxieties of being away.
I can feel you're back, and arrive in three days. Three nights
then pass like clouds.
And the wind is a carrier that provides everything.
my hands You are approaching your weapons
And I need your body to dig
For a few years, the duration of the war.
From the booths where you got to miss
begin to see the star that led the Kings
Then God would take his three offerings
And today I lead, myrrh, gold, eucalyptus, smiles and other successes,
to my life.
Vuelves guardianship, protective little
And I feel you get
You approach. You're
For Fatherland sounds and random noises and promises
But tell you, my dear, that sounds like freedom.
A farm, with stables, with ditches and fruity
're not home, my country, you
farm. You're home.
Therefore, I declare WAR again.
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