Ode to an impossible love & Far
In his indiscreet silence refuses to answer for their fine sentiments, his smile meets my eyes in the silence of my heart sees a wounded soul, Thinking in the shadows of lethargy and sleep in the dark ... That longing apejumbra my memory, I speak in my silence and shut me with a look of those beautiful brown eyes, like the trunk of the old burned forest tree that tree on the horizon divizaba watercolors from the sky and dreamed of seeing the sunrise every brown eyes that night lover who visited him in a dream to speak with the same beautiful cafes so dark by night despite not contemplate any reflection of light in that blank stare of the old lethargy of the shade of an old tree But that big strong tree should load a garn regret, the regret of thinking that their beloved innocent reasons unknown lover and his beloved mistress make love every night with his other lover in the shade of the tree watching him with desire but by fear of prejudice and fear of rejection that huge tree shows the beauty of his beloved silent ... spot it and I prefer to say nothing in return that you love each other, but in doing so the tree sacrifice his happiness for her lover give her young and beautiful big brown eyes ... the old tree grow old and die in the winter wishing at least get a hug from her lover ... but do not receive because her lover will be at that moment weighing the sins of his life telling his beloved lust is tired of it and that maybe with the huge and ugly tree, he would have been happy ... but when the lover realizes his mistake the trees will have died in the winter of his heart, cold as the sky and hard rock into oblivion will die without tasting the love of Cupid ...
In his indiscreet silence refuses to answer for their fine sentiments, his smile meets my eyes in the silence of my heart sees a wounded soul, Thinking in the shadows of lethargy and sleep in the dark ... That longing apejumbra my memory, I speak in my silence and shut me with a look of those beautiful brown eyes, like the trunk of the old burned forest tree that tree on the horizon divizaba watercolors from the sky and dreamed of seeing the sunrise every brown eyes that night lover who visited him in a dream to speak with the same beautiful cafes so dark by night despite not contemplate any reflection of light in that blank stare of the old lethargy of the shade of an old tree But that big strong tree should load a garn regret, the regret of thinking that their beloved innocent reasons unknown lover and his beloved mistress make love every night with his other lover in the shade of the tree watching him with desire but by fear of prejudice and fear of rejection that huge tree shows the beauty of his beloved silent ... spot it and I prefer to say nothing in return that you love each other, but in doing so the tree sacrifice his happiness for her lover give her young and beautiful big brown eyes ... the old tree grow old and die in the winter wishing at least get a hug from her lover ... but do not receive because her lover will be at that moment weighing the sins of his life telling his beloved lust is tired of it and that maybe with the huge and ugly tree, he would have been happy ... but when the lover realizes his mistake the trees will have died in the winter of his heart, cold as the sky and hard rock into oblivion will die without tasting the love of Cupid ...
Elhoim Leafar
