cosas de amor... vos.. y yo..

My love I confess to you that..
 I love every things that you say, you do or destroy.

 Never touch your hair in the morning but it must be beautiful

 I want a world to your side want to live through the dreamed close to you

 I am thinking about losing the way
 I look at the desert and am with you and if I am without you everything seems to die

 I suffocate in tears without salt
 The flavor of not having yourself is mas strongly of what he imagines

 I want not to turn aperderte not in a second that not estes I love you .. I love you love you