Sunday, February 29, 2004
Would you believe me if I told you that your beauty is a reason of concern to me? It’s so. I wonder why you didn’t leave long ago, when I could have withstood the experience. It’s now too late… you’ve become my Goddess.
My being despairs and my heart trembles to only think that one day you’re to walk away from me. I suppose there’s nothing to be done of it, considering how plagued with envy the world has become. I can see it now, a man will enter your life and will try to make you his. Nonetheless, I wouldn’t have it any other way… I’ll remain yours, and you mine; what the world has to say of it is of no importance.
No sé porque me pongo triste
Se desespera mi existencia
Yo no te culpo
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