Not a good feeling about being you. Poetry is good to say no more my souvenirs I am one day for your eyes I lost all my life to kiss your hands I was in my boat. It was For a hundred lovers, I read under the ears I would travel in every city you were If it is not a rainfall for the root of my tree I need you to get on my luck I was in my boat It was favorable good and beautiful stature in my body It was an endless trip for my night story I have nothing new to put on your feet good hands be kind to Yaura.
