His face was enigmatic and mobile, at times expressed as the triumph of no other happiness, smiles with a twinkle in braided ears of corn and coconut fragrance, irresistible, contagious. Other times turned to stone, and closed dull, lost in the valleys of depression, the slave of a tyrant of the mind body. The body, in fact, while sweet, sinuous as a rush, always obeyed the orders of his mistress, is a perfect, even to destroy, as he was subjected to a thought which is not supported and does not take root in their affections, wandering in the abstract forms of a will that not find a way.
vain tried to teach his body to rise, followed by other images. He, gorgeous, seemed to respond in the most desirable way, but then the lady saw it, closed the door and his face turned to stone. And as I was able to bring up the rivers of tears on his eyes who could not find a bed. The picked up on my chest as inserting pearls, and embraced for the last time. It defeated the
poured into my river. Every so often sparkling
emerge, carrying the shadow of that smile that I had managed to steal the lady, wriggling like fish and draw a myriad of unique moments.
Perhaps she had lost, remaining a prisoner of mistress dictated the route for navigation, as a caring mother who chooses the right path for her daughter diligent, but trampling on the feelings.
