sunak0_chan @ 2010-03-22T12: 49:00
I laugh at you and pity, you who are there, closed the top of your high tower of glass.
Altera, haughty, arrogant, pompous and full of pride that will dry up.
certain that beauty belongs to your thoughts.
to you, along these lines, it is my compassion.
To you, every day, you show the wisdom of others, to look wise, go to my refusal.
empty talk to you that you give to those who charms with words already felt by teachers not qualified, I extend my hate.
To you, unduly contemptuous, burn this card, it is my aversion.
And I laugh and say sorry for you, you who lurks behind a sarcastic grin frailty and ignorance.
sell to you the thought that, having never thought about it, I extend my regrets.
to you that a lot of real, beautiful and just tell you, it is my resignation. To you I
disgugsti, at times, like a slippery refusal, and pull me sometimes as a new, fresh appeal, it is my love.
And while I laugh at you, I think the time spent, I weep for you, nostalgia.
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