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Una belleza de canto delicado y turbulento al desamor desde la agonía de la imposibilidad de olvidar

No supiste de mis pasos en tus calles,
sólo el gorrión pudo verme detrás de la máscara
mientras mi rostro tatuaba en la pared
la sangre de las margaritas
que mis manos dejaron
a los pies de tu cama.

Las fotos esoectaculares

Gracias por compartir. Éxito y muchas bendiciones más.

A beautiful, delicate, and turbulent song about heartbreak, born from the agony of being unable to forget.

You didn't know of my footsteps in your streets,
only the sparrow could see me behind the mask
while my face tattooed on the wall
the blood of the daisies
that my hands left
at the foot of your bed.

Pics spectacular

Thank you for sharing.

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