Saturday, November 7, 2009

Pneumonitis/pneumonia

want to be a child ...






A Sometimes it's stronger than me and ask shouting stop, stop the world and get off ,
in a serene beach and be like the child that provides the golden sunshine and bright as a ball of light , to run and play by the golden sand and wet my feet and laugh without fear of giving a wrong step, without fear of falling and stain clothing or to get wet because a cold pillars .. .

'm so tired of being told what is good, what is bad, which kills, fattening ....

please leave me alone, I'm and want to remain small and not tall, or ideas, just ask for calm to return to enjoy as before

to have time to waste in the arms of those who love her dearly and do not be afraid if one of these days I get a tug Hair, who cares I do not fear pain, and I fell many times and it's only a matter of knees shake a little, dry your tears and forget ...

quickly forget the bitterness only darkens the soul and frowns ...
prefer to continue believing that after getting up, life goes on and nothing is forever ...

why but sometimes I say you love me life, I just think we have today, tomorrow, God will say, kisses love you want more than this poor girl be able to put between letters ...

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