Y de repente por las noches siento frío el otro lado de la cama,
A mi cintura le faltan tus brazos rodeándola,
A mis pechos ninguna mano los sostiene,
A mis brazos les falta tu calor y tu color,
Mis oídos quieren tus latidos y tu respiración,
Mis ojos anhelan el sube y baja de tu pecho,
Y la cama siente frío de ese lado.
A veces, de noche.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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