#45

Dreams are pure irony in our fate. That's the thing. Way our lives, the way of we go for it, that's the beautiful way we choose to die.

I want to live climbing your back all the sunrises. Wep your lips. Dedicate you my first words of the day...and so, day after day until the end of my days...(okay maybe that's part may seem from Game of Thrones)

Breakfast your kisses like "breakissfast" (yeah, sounds better in Spanish but...). I wanna look your eyes, enjoy your deep glance quietly, like the person who look a picture...listening your relaxed breath and think the same thing both.

I no have idea if all I writed before this, was good or not but, I'm so sated to tell you how much I miss you that I thought to type in other language to make different.

That'all, or maybe we could understand with the universal language... Your tongue and mine (I know,that joke only it's funny if you say it in Spanish, but I'm sure that you understood me). Bye.