jueves, 15 de junio de 2017

MI VIDA ES...





MI VIDA ES ESE PUZZLE ROTO AL QUE ME GUSTARÍA QUE AÑADIERAS CON AMOR Y CARIÑO TUS PIEZAS.

Lorenzo Valenzuela.

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  1. Small broken soul
    In thousand pieces
    Of desperation,
    Spread one night
    In a damned garden,
    It searches desperate
    Instants of happiness
    To find the pieces of the beautiful infancy!

    And every cloud
    It does the white bed
    To take his drenamos to him
    And every butterfly
    Despliega his wings
    To color his days,
    And every star
    It illuminates the sky
    To light nights,
    And every flower
    Adorned with his more beautiful adornments
    He inclines on his step
    To greet the child,
    Because every smile
    Victorious of the horror,
    It comes others to be stuck
    A papelucho of hope,
    To reconstruct
    Day after day,
    Very slow, the puzzle of his life!

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