recited My video ... PRESS
simplicity and
LOVE * Poeta De Torres
The sun had not risen yet. Age
seminoche the sanctuary,
iodine as the cup was clean, the waiter
thrusting along the ordeal.
*** Oh, tell me how to clean dirty
bank not to open up my account and poderme
lay almost calm
to await the coming of brawl?
Son, mine, off the path of your boat
you've signed up for the Northern Hemisphere,
knowing that I swelter
Pole and you cook until you, regardless.
Can not you see, Sir, I have a fixed course, the waves
beat me jealous,
that bride is a type
paco janitor and two of three will bend me dizzy?
Follow Me and My House borrowers,
watering my portal with the mop, then give him a cigarette
who
and asks you if something you like, view nona.
That's not flog the guts
or pray on an empty stomach or die laughing
the guards
or touch a patient and giving spirit.
Well, that's what I want, chavalete.
A nobody in the life of retreats.
That you leave your gold
parked beside me and I water the pots. ***
At this point, appeared in the sky
rays of that sun that came out, I shine
after your comfort
the son of the Creator, she asked.
Jesus Torres Cabezudo Spain, July 4, 2009
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