Ibira!

The unwillingness of what everything was starting to emerge in me, an uncomfortable, old and known lover of my bad moments. When the commitment loses strength, the only feeling is left is the sadness and the only thing that comforts me is the songs that hold on my thoughts, and the stubborn tears that roll from my face. Teleportation buy me a place where there are good dreams and where everything is vague ... no memories, good or not without a certain prestige to own everything that was achieved;
Touch the stars?
How?
In a moment which I feel as if they could reach fucking deep coral, and no hand is to drive me up the sand?
It is a mixture of tiredness, the boredom, mental spirit, and I have impression that the day will be long.

I love you BABY ♥
miss you;)