How cold night, it seems that the moon does not want to give us a bit of tenderness, not even giving us some of the memories that were taken from us. What dark reality that surrounds us, having to unlearn a feeling that was given away without asking us, lock us into a past that is out of our hands and let the received kisses made you yearn for nostalgia. What a cold night, that dreams really know best when it met. Now look at your hands, they were empty ... These thousands of butterflies that sprouted from our caresses escaped after a shooting star, left to enlighten their colors because we failed to keep them in the depths of our souls. What we were selfish, swallow all stars in the sky in one night and now there is nothing to sate our appetite. Listen for a moment what we are told from above, a love story ever written, that you so well know for being the protagonist. Talk about something as impossible and sad that no one ever dared to listen to but so dearly reflected that even the wind cries to narrarla.Y tonight is so long, cold, dark, impenetrable, the more you remember, now it seems that there will be no morning to continue with you in my memory when I confess that even more after all the damage still remains in my heart that you hope you to love me, that this candle in your soul to keep can continue to shine in spite of the time. Might be during hours of writing, words of affection involved dedicating between the fragile notes of a song, knowing that perhaps your little glass bubble spare the pain is caused or has become so strong that not get my heat to melt the ice around it . It could be for years hoping that you decide to share my life, dreams pour into the pillow that will be recorded in the tainted window and know that will never be as before, that summer was just a flash of an invented reality and never be seen as a true national feeling of nothingness. What a cold night, does not deny my words as if they knew a whom they referred, do not miss the magic that so sweetly around you, do not forget that the betrayal was necessary to fight just as though you belonged to us, cowardly before your self-deception, denial with blood the moments lived, forgotten swearing to death and destroyed those simple words "I love you." What loneliness mine, you believe that your bubble will deliver you from the bitter misery?, Just make you think you can live in a fantasy, and when you discover that life spider feelings with lies, you'll discover that past that is with you is the saddest love story ever written.
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