madness know you exist , the fun of seeing in my mind
feeling an emptiness inside my eternal absence, where nothing makes more sense
the imagination, the poems seem absurd, only to have you drive
within me, makes breathing heart, with a heartbeat of your being, which promotes
crazy passion unleashed, the wind do return, a moment of desapareser
a tear of yours that ran next to your cheek, inspired by a memory, which detonated in your heart, the despised nostalgia invades your voice, is just hoping to sonrreir from feet, running to the sad solitude, bathed in the lustful passion of the silent night, where flashes of reflected light up your eyes, hidden by the moon, and the sound of the sea, which reflects your soul, without the wind to feel ...