Alvaro Romero... The agony of living

A journey trough life



Your last kiss tasted earthy... 

                          like morning dew...

It was October already. 

   Raggedy clouds hung from the sky, 

   cranes flying south sang a song for us...

                      Asking us to stay together.

You asked me to hold your hand 

             Instead I gave you was a rainy day.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow you are going be back to dust... 

                        the day after we will be rain.

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