Two o'clock in the evening madrugada.Sábado.Una preciosa.Me ran away from home, tired of shouting and arguing. And there está.La
moon, resplendent with a face and a spontaneous misteriosa.Acompañada of curious and bright stars, painted on a gorgeous jet black.
I sola.Tampoco llorar.Los need anyone to walk playful sand grains in my dedos.Parece lie, but this gesture tranquiliza.Y even more with a soft, cool breeze dries my tears.
I decide to stay here in this beach, quiet, lonely ... I do not think shouting and kicked out of menos.Seguirán irónico.Se insultándose.Es promised to love and respect.
is time to leave the mind blank, stop thinking about my padres.En them. those people right now, I can not reconocer.Dónde were those kisses, caresses, hugs, we took ... we were to be promises.
I lie on the cold arena.Dejo to cool my skin and my mente.Duermo, on a night near the sea.
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