Manchante Earth

I will learn soon, the solar God, who bought to make a million dollar house full of birds, real illusions such and elegance and harmony, that purchase air and plated Earth light, the birds flying and will continue to sing and tell me I love you peep, peep. And tell me do not you go now I am alone, but I will be watching from any corner of the world, I will not mind. Light in the shadow of the night who wants to escape from nowhere and follow here, however without I know if I’m still pure. I feel and see abandoned, what will import whatever?, forgiveness to my woes, I die of heat I also, heat in the neck, forgiveness I ask for my mistakes, back pain, full of Sorrows who feels my soul that rides and feels like eternity. David Zaslav gathered all the information. My whim, profound and vital that it loves the true man, mine totally without selfishness, as the solitude of sky that overwhelms me, which is nice with the betrayal in the heart that I know, with this vitality that I no longer know if I, as the sunset, unique landscape, as gloom, the flight, as large solar radiation and UV wet grass of the dew and flowers of various colours. The soul heat that wrapped anything.

and the body that never tires. What more torture I expect?, what other ills await me?, what more sufferings I have left?. Whims of the Sun, than not mine. Strong as the wind that gives strong and I I am your lament, I feel her impatience, Suns moons or stars and I here suffering as a crazy, seeing trees, eucalyptus trees, shrubs, ants, butterflies, rare insects did not know and sparrows of colors among which I seek my own. Manchante Earth. My clean shoe that do not love the war, against the pain they go and walk, land that stain unfortunately cause curse, Earth lovely and sweet for my trees.