Distorted photos. Suddenly you age the love of my life. It arrived of leaving mancinho me without exit. Jeans and blue t-shirt, good perfume and a Pra smile to take remaining portion of the days pro. Sonorous track walking for the street.
I adored to be its. Plans, a wild love and a devastador pleasure. Each changed kiss and each night interlaced in its body Made me it happyer woman of any lived romance already. To find you after a long day, to relax in a hot bath to aconchegar and me with you in our bed. To change ideas, speech of the people day to day. To break the bed making love. To feel its breath received in its chest while it slept. To take care of of you when bad if it felt.
To touch you with delicacy it loved while me with an overwhelming passion. To love you as an insane person, without control on the proper feelings. To fight. To laugh at the film that passed. To take coffee, talking on the day. To travel. To make love in the car in an incredible place. To know things that its father one day helped to construct. To feel me in family. To make a mistake. To cry together when seeing that film of love. To imagine as he will be life in the future. To have a possibility to correct the error. To waste. To lull to sleep the heart for the reason lack. Sossegar the soul for the absence of the great passion. To have the heart in pieces for the acts without conscience. To desire its body to mine in the obscure and cold nights. To love. A love that was in my hands. A love that pursues my dreams, my thoughts floods. When being with you, I had of everything a clear image. Today, without you, everything remains that me is distorted souvenirs and some photos.