Hello, if! I write for you these simple letters that mean to you whichever taste gives me that here you are. if, ! that you want to me to read that you know to listen behind the words that they do not have voice. , that you are my amig@ that when reading to me you place emphasis where your you know, where your you want and I am happy, is my path and that your you read to me, that is my goal. I want that you know that when listening your chords, in my mind fly wings of letters by my head and arise and leave, are broken and they embrace to the rhyme, to the verse to prosa. But it is my port, when I am vane because it is air when flight, because it is river when I swim because it is earth when repto, without being reptile, that is to write for my. and I am volcano and I am the fire and I am the water in tame river and I am cracked in rustic water and I am man who writes on a daily basis with poet dreams. You know, I write for you, and I share my dreams and my pains and share my laughter and my chains and encounter for my the door but open,because your these! there friend. Existing in each of my verses fitted in each of my letters there is life, there is tenderness, there is pain but the valuable thing, is presence yours! amig@! And I go again, and I am of sugar and I am of salt and I am the breeze that smells of sea and I am tomorrow with dreaming and I am sadness that to calm and I am soldier without a gun and I am…. simply dreamy of letters. Music, magician essence that moves mountains and revive the internal force to live every moment that us it flatters the life… all my admiration and affection amig@ A hug. nando_gjn
Hello, if! I write for you these simple letters that mean to you whichever taste gives me that here you are. if, ! that you want to me to read that you know to listen behind the words that they do not have voice. , that you are my amig@ that when reading to me you place emphasis where your you know, where your you want and I am happy, is my path and that your you read to me, that is my goal. I want that you know that when listening your chords, in my mind fly wings of letters by my head and arise and leave, are broken and they embrace to the rhyme, to the verse to prosa. But it is my port, when I am vane because it is air when flight, because it is river when I swim because it is earth when repto, without being reptile, that is to write for my. and I am volcano and I am the fire and I am the water in tame river and I am cracked in rustic water and I am man who writes on a daily basis with poet dreams. You know, I write for you, and I share my dreams and my pains and share my laughter and my chains and encounter for my the door but open,because your these! there friend. Existing in each of my verses fitted in each of my letters there is life, there is tenderness, there is pain but the valuable thing, is presence yours! amig@! And I go again, and I am of sugar and I am of salt and I am the breeze that smells of sea and I am tomorrow with dreaming and I am sadness that to calm and I am soldier without a gun and I am…. simply dreamy of letters. Music, magician essence that moves mountains and revive the internal force to live every moment that us it flatters the life… all my admiration and affection amig@ A hug. nando_gjn