They say that distance is oblivion but I do not get this reason, because I am still the captive of the whims of my heart. Today my beach dresses in bitterness because the boat of my dreams and aspirations begin to wither, the light goes out and I get tired of wandering. They say that distance is oblivion but I do not get this reason, I remain a slave to the whims of my heart, my lowest instincts, the desires of the flesh, increase in my sufferings. These seas of madness where my life is shipwrecked, there is someone who is waiting for me when he decides to return in spite of everything. I do not understand this, every day is worse, I do not even speak English, I use the translator, someone is waiting for me ...
