Now there is the warm tide that brings me to the shore. You are not, nor do you imagine you are, when I dream of hearing your voice within my matter. What do I feel more than a sidewalk, when the sadness of my tracks is also covered by them ... What do I feel more than anything you remember? Everything remained a lesson ... ever since I was taught to leave you anywhere as a note. I will not come and you will definitely have forgotten me.
What an exorbitant amount to forget about me at the end of summer; as if you didn't know that man is drying himself up for a leaf of love in the most heartbreaking history.
Where do you know I've become a late September? The airport will remain my heart ... oh all that empty airport that keeps your eyes out of the sky and the seasons have been stolen by the requisition of partition.
What more do I feel than an airport that fills and empties itself, that chain of sighs opens, that crawls into emotions worse than a suitcase, and times split.
The airport will remain my heart and the 37 poems before leaving ... will clash like innocent birds of a foreign ticket.
And where do you know
that your pledge
it will weigh on my chest like a plane.
Fall down and you ... to fall on my feathered heart. Cursed to fall there. And in that escape healing, perverted after my lightning in the blue ... Healing sick me. That there could be no light without you, that I want to live in my suffering, in your blue escape.
Ah yes we will be exchanged for heaven continually;
... and it won't be like those rainy days. What more do I feel from that last meeting, that spring that never came '; What do I feel most 'about in your city, when I told you to come;
The airport will remain my heart
junk of papers in the wind ...
What more can I write '?
when my heart is stung
what would I say to you.
Ah, when you leave me, the airport will turn against you like a man ...
Do not breathe '...
That's how it was,
when I expected then
alone in an unseen airport
and now headless save
drain.
What made my heart 'like'. ... one as if unseen in the eye. The airport buzzes my name. Ah, yes I feel you want to trust the airport. Ah to him 'more than a man.
MA
