O wonderful joy of life , tell me what happens in the middle of the flowers, the color of the heat for all participants when they can no longer take the midst of fortune, occasionally I called by his name, because what happens in the distance can not come together, it's me that takes time , only to still not be what I am in the weight of the uncertain ' match that ignites the gas satisfaction , but tenderly I take her hand just to know what it feels like to take possession of the other in his privacy, but I ignite , I burn all side how am I going to refresh myself , I think of god , Jesus , how can not hook in the flesh, a moment of pure pleasure, but what matters is the part where I'm careful , pears, chocolate , meat and a gun in the closet that I do not know how to walk alone , it is a concern that always asks me the same thing, one way, but that, I want a reason to take a turn , it was all right for years, but I know that the explosion was planned , it looks like a coup , fingers passing through the hair, it can go until I asked him to undress she looks at me without understanding that the wind can make , because the human is always in the same sense , he and the others, meaning that lack