There are those days when the sun shines on the heads of people
and it is as if not flew over my face ...
Fields of sunflowers in my heart expand
I feel that in the midst of those yellow flowers is developing a feeling ...
A small blue rose trembled in the wind,
Who would have seen it?
The memory in the eyes, and the rain on me ...
I was running on clouds and never end.
That feeling of insanity that it pierced the blood in the veins,
like a sweet thorn kissing my moist lips.
A small blue rose trembled in the wind,
Who would have seen it?
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