Eu não sei.

You would believe if 
I said one day that 
I would always love you pra, pra always. 
You would believe if one day 
I promised the infinite to you? The infinite of the love, our love. It is a story of fairies, 
I I know. But I go to make what if I sleep with you in the head almost all the nights? E still I think the times that you could be mine if I conquer could you. 
Óh, if I could. 
You know, you you know that love I you he hinders but me to advance. 
To reach you. He knows, exist covered with star nights that lying in my bed I look the tears that they had drained and if they had undone when reaching my pillow, look my suffering and try to practise the defective indifference but. 
I try many times but always defective, to fail. To fail, is an ability mine, became common. Therefore it is. But know of an only truth, I love you. E this is pure, a pure bottle of a magical liquid that not can be consumed and nor wasted, the liquid of the love. The magical potion that me to love makes you.










Sallut
25.04.2011