Michael Carricarte Jr.

Podrán cortar todas las flores

( pero no podrán detener la primavera )

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wet soils. Tell

No espero escribirte a love letter, or any poem. Not today. It rains and makes me sensitive.

Just something enough to know that I speak to you, and me ... and of those golden times.

Sometimes I get to kick you out of me scattered menos.Y in the air,
like the petals of the rose you gave me.

I do not expect you back, even once more. But maybe I'm waiting.
Who knows .. Because I do not even know me.

I love you today, but alomejor is nostalgia I get from the rain.

But if tomorrow the sun rises .. you forget me. And so on.

rainy days I hope to come back to me; because they are my favorites ..

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What slows you down, what round thing inside you, what problem comes over you when you talk of love ... Not you, you change the way we speak, but time pushes our contrary, we run out, your kisses drown me ..