She went unnoticed during the day, but in the night, a storm that softened my bones.

Love is a desperate scream on a scaffold at the edge of a precipice.
Jos H Davila.

I do not know her physically enough to love her, her poise word and smile told me the direction to take.
MURPHI.
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