Listen brother,
no matter what, I am a lit candle...
War, I rearranged your letters,
And I found out...
Once upon a time, at the museum, every painting...
Written by:L.L...
At twenty four,
I still don't need alcohol...
You that flutters in observance
From up, an olive tree...
Like rain that clouds cry,
we came to fall from the sky...
I was born in a land where Spanish was the ground...
And I, just like a tree who was moved to another...
A mighty sword of steel
swashed on air...
Walking in the aisle, spell bound,
she frowned after tripping over her evening gown...
What if I told you that I miss you?
That I miss you like a car...
Bright, bright, stars,
that visit the sky with lights...
In a narrow corridor,
a hand with short nails...