Sun, I wish I stopped to be high in the sky because you fall asleep when night falls and darkness destroys every world is Your world. I am alone without you. Now I know the difference.
I wish I could enjoy myself for those crap that you laughed once. Lucky, the little ones, who do not know what true torture. Blessed
illusion?
I would like to catch the girl of my dreams, fold in a sheet and have them turn yellow from time, only to rediscover be great, all things considered.
remind them who were also illusions.
But there was misery, then.
Blessed Again, illusion!
Sweets, them. Sun in a bitter memory.
So delicate, gentle, never too much, never too little.
"I wish he were here near the Sun to warm, close my bed.
But this is an illusion.
Good night Sun, like every night.
I look from afar, down here. "
I. And some childhood memories.
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