No hay otra manera que decir que no hay nada que se sienta mas bonito ni mas hermoso que viajar, la buena salud de la madre, y sentir que alguien te ame al igual que tu y el saber que esa persona, nunca y sin ninguna duda, te dejaran en su vida.
Lo se porque mi mama esta de buena salud y porque estoy viajando. Parece que Diosito me creo como pajaro, porque nada mas busco la oportunidad para abrir mis alas y volar. Y bueno, lo ultimo me lo imagino porque vivo aterrizado del desamor, y sueño con que algun dia, alguien me diga que me ama como nunca jamas, y oir el suave murmullo de un 'nunca, pero nunca te dejare.'
No, there is nothing better or as beautiful or as filling as traveling, the health of your mother, and the irrefutable knowledge that someone loves you as much as you do, and that without a doubt, and with God’s stamp of truth, will never ever leave you.
So I’m a romantic, whatdoyaknow? My bestfriends knew that already. If only I could go ‘round the world while my mom gardens and my dad watches some movie with the word ‘gun’ in it. My brothers out somewhere dancing, and alan playing video games, and me, somewhere foreign like me, looking at the sunset, watching the waves crash on the shore, and to my left, the sweet sound, the sweet murmur of a young lady, whose eyes flutter only for me, who faithfully and respectful behaves, my teammate in life…somewhere in a beach in some place, with the soft words sliding of a young woman’s mouth saying, telling me ‘maybe I love you a little more, and always by your side will be’ THEN me confused by the syntax, but not the diction will say, absolutely nothing, because I always loved more and I always had plans of grandeur and amorous eternity, SHE then looking at the withering yellows and oranges of the sun will shrug over my dramatics and say ‘ you’re stuck with me, hasta que se gaste el sol,’ porque tanto me quiere mi nina, que hasta aprendio el espanol.
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