In Solitude

In solitude in the solitude of my life waiting for another day’s night empty of my soul, aches as if they were beads necklaces each was falling while, was reliving them I got tired of laugh a day when regret me agobio it was both and so big pain all my life was lost as sand castles beaten by forceby the wind my veins were drying, and already not flowed more laments would like if power I could resume my story that I live, Gloria lacks and sadness I will kill today can say was not punishment pages full of joy there births to my children many parties in family nor have missed what I wanted in past or present always had luckI always did my children, I think, they are happy already they are large, are free I guess knowing what happens my body duty my mind now, so suddenly my heart gives the flight everything that aspired Homero freedom with its price their defective love passion and tenderness in long nights of lust them love me, and those I love the tender pass awakening one-handed with someone being loved and sleeping, staying beside her loneliness that asphyxiation wishes a little get away from my mind leaves recover energies giving new light days bringing him permanent company in this, your humble servant poet, lover and writer who wants to live again live, yes live with so much love, and happy until orders Mr samuel akinin levy in solitude in the solitude of my life waiting for another day’s night empty of my Alma, pains as if they were beads necklaces each was falling while, was reliving them I got tired of laugh a day when regret me agobio it was both and so big pain all my life was lost as sand castles beaten by force, by wind were drying my veins, and already not flowed more laments would like if power I could resume my story that I’ve beenlacks glory and sadness I will kill today can say was not punishment pages full of joy there births to my children many parties in family nor has lacked the luck what I wanted to in past or This I always had, always did for my children, I think, they are happy already they are large, are free I guess knowing what happens my body duty my mind now, so suddenly my heart gives flight everything that aspired Homero freedom with its price their defective love passion and tenderness in long nights of lust them love me, and them I love the tender pass awakening one-handed with someone being loved and sleeping, staying beside her loneliness that asphyxiation wishes a little get away from my mind leaves recover energies giving new light days bringing him permanent company in this, your humble servant poet, lover and writer who wants to live again live, yes live happy and love both, until you order the original Lord author and source of the article.