often throw me under the bright light of my lamp and think of you, not only as a monotonous act only think of you ... but as the verb is conjugated in my senses and transforms into the chill and that thirst rid of you and me ... there is a hidden desire between you and me, a desire that often is more yours than mine, but I appropriate. Often I miss you, and you look into your eyes without looking, and I speak without talking to you and touch you without even rosarte ... you're so part of me as I of you, I hate you for making me do anything and everything ... I miss you often that you bring the value and I forgotten because when it dawns, when everything becomes clear I'm just the leaf at night and write in the morning we decided to burn ... I miss you often, because I can not think of you and forget me, because they are part what I hate about me and love ... I miss you and often do not know why I do not know then that I miss you but to me when I'm with you ...
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