I have the color and the art of color ..
I own the word and the art of knowing how to put where I want to ..
I have the mind and the art of thinking everywhere ..
I have the love and the art of loving.
I have the love of those who love you and do not pretend ..
to know myself and put the alarm clock to wake up five minutes later to get more sleep ..
mad desire to be in anyone's life I love ..
the desire to feed those who are attracted to and removed
hunger I have to figure out what I like I could sleep
the clothes because I can not undress
the surprise of surprise to see me better
him and his taste in my memories.
I have to be able to extricate the days ..
the time to let her only ..
possess the certainty of being able to love again
dressing in a lethargy that does not ask me.
know .. I have the will and the qualinquismo
knowing how to run away with her heels and reciting ..
own voice when I want to change ..
the sun in your pocket to be exchanged and fragment ..
a chair of fireflies to see me ..
I have a sense of my every gesture and release him .. without judges or priests
unnecessary to explain the pride I have as I am ..
and the courage to risk not to know that pride marches
I gave it anyway
canvases and then not throwing in the wind.
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