viernes, 17 de abril de 2009

My happiness.

Sometimes is the beauty of the rain.

Sometimes is the shout of the children.

Sometimes the forest in the morning.

Sometimes is old man smiling.

Sometimes the songs of silence.

Sometimes when i see the stars and,

Sometimes when I sigh but...

...always is she...
...just she.

3 comentarios:

Marya gio.... dijo...

sometimes I'd want to be that girl, inside a heart of beautiful man, who wants to eat the world with me.... I want to fall in love, now.....

yesterday I dreamt about you, it was nice.... I love u...

PUES... SUSY dijo...

VERY NICE AND I KNOW TO WHOM YOU REFER AND ONLY I CAN SAY SOMETHING THAT I DO NOT LIKE TO ACCEPT.

YOU ARE HIS SPARK.
YOU ARE HIS INSPIRATION.
YOU ARE HIS BIGGER MUSE.
YOU ARE THE BIG BANG OF HIS SMALL AND EXTRAORDINARY UNIVERSE.

SOMETIMES? WOMAN SPEAKS ABOUT YOU, ALWAYS SPEAKING THIS ONE ABOUT YOU, LISTEN TO ME, ALWAYS. AND THIS MAN IS A PURE GOLD MAKE IT YOURS.

I AM SORRY ABOUT IT BUT IT IS TRUE...

CELITA DO NOT KILL ME FOR THIS!!!

Anónimo dijo...

POr que en ingles no ves me cuesta trabajo leer en mi idioma y me sales con esto y para colmo hay una metiche en todo esto Susana eres RE-Mensa en que te basas.(quizas sepas algo que yo no como sea ahora no te mediste)

Pues ya ni como hacerte el paro maestro solo borrando esto se arregla. Que mas puedo decirte siempre llevas la mala y hacindo uso de uno te tus textos espero hagas como muchos de nosotros y te alejes de esa oscuridad que te invade por tu asi lo deseas, Saludos carnal y borrame tambien si quieres, te sigo leyendo y yo si te voy a seguir leyendo no como otras jejeje

Roberto.