From the moments

From the moments, that me acoje as a reason, a sensation a moment of my torn sould, from the moment in wich my heart, sera weak and strong, from same moments it will fly in could of colors.

In the live

In th elive of the fairies and the livfe of the butterflies, the life comes to give me an inmmense pleasure from the sensation of my soul, and my recollection mas humanly, not vere to the friends, but to the enemies and in the path of the same life, it will fly and caere, as when key the love in my lap of a flower.

From the hearth

From the heart of the reasson, and the same life, in momnets of my life and in hear in the days that i fell down in the madness, me bebi the life as a pain and the mornings that moria, vivi the life as solia, without pain, without passion, ony as pain of the hearth

From the Horizon

From the horizon of my life, i look at the same life and the hands odf my souls i look at the same heart, from the moment in wich i die, look at the heart and in the moment in which i live, i look at the same pain

Of my live

From the loneliness of my life, silently and without thinking, it will love what mas loves, without doubting and without pardon, will love without pity, only for loving, only for excusing

In the love

Love you, regadless, love you, as the tears od f my live and the silence of this one my life, love your force and your beauty, you reasuns the color of your eyes, with in the look they say every thing

In the mountains

From the mountains of my soul, and my heart in the words