My soul corrói dissolves my head hurts my heart is anxious and it beats strong my calm if it goes and my mind
little by little falls in the despair. No longer I get a reasoning endowed with reason and under the dominío of the pressure desire the death because everything that I see my á front is sad, only solitude exists. However that
moment of delivery lasts little and this
crazy gesture doesn''t take place because I am a lucky man and I have a great love to my side, a woman that this always present in the most necessary hours and in the fatal moment, in the hour in that the crazy action was ready to her to be done penetrated the room. When he/she undressed of their garments and he/she lied down to my side approaching in my chest caressing my hair woke up. It was as soon as could see that everything didn''t pass of one more of my
nightmares
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