Present
How glorious were my days with love in my heart! Now a obscurity grows like a epidemic that involves my happiness and smash my next glorious days. I see in the days to come a impenetrable sadness. A lack of courage to live, yes, courage is needed to walk on the paths of life. To love without hope. How were good... My hope days... Come thorns! kill me slowly with your poison, like love kills in autumn days. As miss someone kills us when the only thing that surrounds us is the distance. - Far away from here is someone I love L.A.