Today I picked up a dirty sheet, useless and sad. The broken blade of a calendar.
A crumpled paper, a piece of time out of my history. This sheet
lay me this yesterday, my ex-yo, my anymore.
were there I can not, the do not want and perhaps mixed with my efforts, frustration and silence.
There were crowded, with moons and colorful signs, thousands of plans and dreams that are now two or three memories.
I kept thinking that sheet return to the calendar, but in my morning today there is no space or time or desire to host a Saturday I picked up from the ground.
That is, the past is past, let's live the present, wanting to fight, to learn, to be ourselves. We're going to love
, we want to, let's live and let SMILE
A crumpled paper, a piece of time out of my history. This sheet
lay me this yesterday, my ex-yo, my anymore.
were there I can not, the do not want and perhaps mixed with my efforts, frustration and silence.
There were crowded, with moons and colorful signs, thousands of plans and dreams that are now two or three memories.
I kept thinking that sheet return to the calendar, but in my morning today there is no space or time or desire to host a Saturday I picked up from the ground.
That is, the past is past, let's live the present, wanting to fight, to learn, to be ourselves. We're going to love
, we want to, let's live and let SMILE
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