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* Poeta De Torres

Who can love life more than me?
What I have in the fingers?
Who am I?

Oh my God!
Only, Me, and Me.

Why You grabbed me, like a child?
And I tell you take me for a ride ...
I give to my mouth some chocolates ...
I bring the song of your spaces.

And I love love more than life.
And when I see sweetness in lovers delight just
I die ...
behind and ahead.

And so when I write my photo
is glued cartons
smoke and my eyes are warm with hope,
because they know they are only visions.

I go to your chair now that you are drawing a great story
and project
jam
simple mixture of light with your blood.

I do not not want to go to school ...
I have to learn ...
Well, do not get angry. I'm planing

pants, wear the shirt
class, combed
hair with hair gel ...

But ...
I'll be hoping that in the door
pick me ... Dad!
With both hands!.


Jesus Torres Cabezudo Spain, Alicante, March 19, 2009