8 THE BOULEVARD OF THE BROKEN DREAMS

How much it used to like me make her to back off a streak of hair behind the ear, nothing is forever I have said it and sometimes the love is a trap, the matter is, as I said nothing stay for always, then, just delight us with that sweeten honey what is the life till the end of this or until the end about that wild love, we say that: in the meantime we are together nothing's going to hurts you but, the really is another, when we are so youngest we believe each time shall be able to do all our promises, what naive is a young one in love, how much I liked keep myself with her, even after all, if you are a mistake I would like wrong me again then, and every time possible if I might I beheld her eyes and her beautiful shine on them, with the good luck as for see them having you so near and look that bright, whose sparkled was for myself when she gave me a glance I suppose that occur the same in the mine when I saw her, beyond all this we were more than merely one ourselves and I'll be for always into you like I am now into you, I am in your body, in your dreams, in your mind, in your thoughts like you're in the mine and everything which mays you remembers me as the things what makes me recall to you, just if all this had been different perhaps we were still together, I want to say too, one thing they told me, well, they say what: whose make you cry are whom really love you, I just hope all this was true cause we hurt us mutually both the heart, and the hers is wonderful, she used to says to me I was so cute, but well, by that time she was myopic, then no accounts.

I want to set up apart what the destiny had been taking another course the which we didn't plain it, this was not a bump for us as they are used to tell, I see now, the circumstances were differences and others the which we will have to struggle, by all means, the life is the boulevard of the broken dreams where some longings come to becomes to the true and another keep as longings.