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martes, 17 de agosto de 2010
WITHOUT YOU....
There is a bright star
upon the dark sky ,
in those nights
I`m thinking of you...
and...
the universe
is too small for me ,
upon the love I feel for you...
There is no words
who can explain ,
this overwhelming feeling
I treasure inside me ... for you ...
The sounds of rain
is like therapy for some ,
is soft , is quiet , is peaceful
and create life around...
but... your voice ,
is like rain to me
with something special...
your love for me...
you are
my guardian angel ,
my inspiration , my muse , my everything ...
the meaning of my life .
Baby ; I can`t live a minute
without you ,
but
If I survive ...
I`m rather been dead ,
than alone ;
without you ...
Por Donaldo Frixione
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