Your body is like a ivy My body like a wall My body begs Your body tired I dont want to be separated from you for a moment In the storm of events, you dont want to be left without you
for the body where you always want you My kind My shoulder all my begging for that tone of my hand is full of caressing
to the cinema until you go to the heavy sleep I read the story From the sweet past
for the tire that you always want to be juniped (2).
