Thinks of all day

Are the milliards of people in this world.

Let us agree in different of sex, in different of character , in diversity to be.

We accepted for must be we accepted. 

The first thing: looked ,can to be I ,can to be his person, you make good when you look in himself.

You discover a beautiful woman, a  handsome man, I think when the end in hypocrisy you discover a monster. 

You are, non must give the guilt to nobody , you are born with jalousie , you maintained fine to sunset ; in this moment you are finished ,  it is been the  last day.

I make to you many questions; I am a simplicity person, that passed, you looked. 

You are so unbeatable? 

All world crossing for you?

You are so beautiful?

Intelligent, seductive? 

Or strange, sick of your personality, drowned in jalousie? 

You love, but non suffer.

The love is made for a moment, it must to be a noble soul for understand all, your face is massacred of his thinks.

You hate, you go towards, non forget ; in this world there are person diverse, physically  by character; blondes, brown, chestnuts…we are.

Day in day you discover that last; why?

You not are capable of love, of feel, of look to sensuality, the eyes are only for you, the egoism you make happy , the words spoken without never sense, today, tomorrow…

You are the man, the woman presents in day, you continue your way without to look, you love for need to love, it is a sentiment away of his the heart, you exist only for you, for your soul. 

I am happy then I love. 

You?

You have passed the days the nights in love?

You pass, to walk it is better that way.

Are many things at that you are single , you think only for you, the beautiful is unique, you non can understand , looking the others things.

You love the woman, the man only for you.

You  make mistakes , you lost, you enters in black.

Cupid smiles , plays the hearts, the years after years.

The lips kissed , the eyes looking , the heart love.

Love so much!