I do not have never considered the theatrical one meter for the pain.
not move me good-byes, and tears to the driest.
fascinate me but the underlying mechanisms and degeneration, so I always loved the solo starts.
Marta writes letters to his heart and that of Andrew, and alternates with the story of his life, his love and of his land, which is inseparably united and faithful.
Lovers and illegal, may not leave traces of their encounters, and absorb a word and thoughts of others, stealing moments from their lives in other places, with other hearts.
"On one hand I envied the boxes full of love letters, cards, cards that accompanied flowers, post-it notes left on doors are closed.
envied that feeling of loss that gives dive back into those statements, the pride of having so many pages soaked in sentiment to be read at any time.
thousand letters of love I had put in the box of my heart, I could browse in a thousand letters anywhere in the world I was.
A thousand times I could read and interpret, holding in your hands my memory full. "
Before I go, I thought to ask for political asylum for the confused and scrambled my heart, but I decided to write the last notes of my love song on the staff of my land.
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