I hate the sun , the trees and flowers...
All is so beautiful...
Please, spring and fantastic world give me a breath,
I want skip this month. It make me feel so sad...
I can't.
I ask myself if some day I won't hate it. Well, time is time, there is not a God to ask for my desires.
There is not a magic word to change the natural ways
There is not.
At the end
I should feel my hopes grow
because cycles life always show me another beautiful things
is the same but different, like me.
I don't mind.
I can take myself a photograph smiling...
incluso estoy aprendiendo a amarme.
No poems.
