In love, the heart can forgive you, but the traces, which you left behind.

She induced me every night to take refuge in the vast expanse of her body, the rest I can not say.
Rene Davila

Under the voice, but always his melody was synonymous with beauty, which loved the articulation of my hand.
Rene Davila

You did not give me anything
But we gave ourselves many.
You broke my bones at night.
Temblabas of lust at the foot of the moon.
Rene Davila