So long

. Lirismo elegíaco

~~Endecha~~

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I was understanding to the few

In the hour alone I accepted.

It was everything planned.

Toffes. The type. The amount. Music…

Was good bye, good to its way.

To remember.

Two are luxury! (?) Good bye would be eminently obvio.

Now I only came to understand.

As always, later. I always stow I stow I exempt, but I only proved this now.

It was the end.

And what it comes in my mind? Paulo Ricardo singing: between the cross and the sword.

And cry.

Music, made for the end.

Is as if my first name, from you would not make to remember you there the person who knew.

It will be?

It functions?

And then? I died? Nor I have this certainty all. I never had.

Nor always optimum it is the certainty.

"Take my ..."

And this new person that you want to see, does not go to be shade your life.

This in case that, or indifference, is plus a efemeridade in my life.

As well as I was in its. It was destination. It is? He was pretty… was, was. It will be?

Of today in ahead is engagement, marriage, children, family, responsibilities… does not have more time for sandices.

This mine little hour is who beats to the door of the front. Skirt for the deep ones, as it always wanted.

Good bye.

My love showed everything to you. ''/

"Puedo ver mis recuerdos pierseguindo-te"

[[A denotação é bem importante aqui ein? ]]=D