miércoles, 27 de abril de 2016

Dreams

I have this dreams:
A bird flying inside my blood
And many butterflys are as my words
When I think in the lips that I kissed.
My dreams are as a house
And in this house
I live my childhood yet
And in this house I follow my whispers
And my whispers fly as a birds
Or as a butterflys inside of the words.