Caught Smelling Moms Feet

probably need another five years to write another book of 300 pages, perhaps a little less. I am absolutely clear that we should not rush to history or to anticipate events.

While I prefer to watch the sunset from the cliff and realizing that looks exactly like you in the distance and will remain so regardless of what they were to go or what to do ... get

This deshistoria has taught me that every sleepless night counting the stars - just to make time - has paid off and has been a cause of this

reunion ... I'm just a writer, I can not help it. Every move you make when you breathe, every gesture of your hand, each expression lines that form when you smile and so particular that you have to see the world, the transcription of poetry.

damn'd give this gift to share with you as long as the sea breeze hitting my face and makes my eyes break to mourn in silence, the view from this cliff and every one of the stars that make up its roof in this town each lost in the middle of nowhere.

And being completely drunk in your arms, lying on your belly like the first day and resting after a long time and many others who did not become. No fear, no pain, no time to think before and after time.

And you are absolutely drunk in my arms on the street ever, surpassing the old pages that forced us from afar, before finishing up at the entrance to my house where it all began.