The most beautiful of the sea when it is completely it wets the beauty Your hair. The funny thing of the sun is when you do not see anything, it envelopes you eyes the light in your eyes. What nice at night and the stars Your face is that dwells in all of them, so cute in my life is the knowledge that governs your being. What nice touch was that of mata me, I have no time or going into a coma, as the wind is nice when you try go hand in hand with your aroma. But you are to me as the moon, contemplarte until it could be old, radiant and more beautiful than any but always so far.