krito

:red apple::prohibited:Lets bite it!

En mi barco de papel, rumbo al azar Poeta? No, hoy soy profeta en alta mar.

You are contradictory sweetness by white night flight calm look dancing while sideways my star guard you along with the moon so you never feel swim empty or perennial; yes heavenly it will end and it will be by destination a winged song, black swan; your life in my chest will shine with each verse that spits the soul, tattooing …