seen and encountered. E. Ei
ie. Whoever wants
pilgrims in love instead of feet
shortcuts Ah who does not understand that impatience is the enemy
Looking slaves for life, will have far its half
no altar and light candles for that hide in my sails
Soledad.
The perfect man is never, soul treacherous
Hands on fire, dreams that burn
The perfect man is short, is a chimera be cualaquiera
again ..
Because almost always the wrong
love again and stumbles.
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