Spring is rebirth: life gets busy;
Summer sun is on top - never lazy.
Autumn makes you feel his breeze;
Winter will bring you some freeze.

Likes the whistling of soft breeze among these old trees,
hoping, it will tell what he wants to know today.
Like the others, feels like these old trees;
becomes a hero just for one day.

Mom I say thank you for it to you gave birth to me.
Thank you, because raised, that a man was from me.
I say thank you for mit because you lodged a protest always in the summer, a winter,
You were careful with tenderness in order for trouble not to ripen.

I am here in myself, far from you in distance,
But I feel your proximity, your concern, your attention.
I ...

You are the Sun, who quickly because of the smell dawn.
You're the flowers in the dew, shine like a star.
You're the warm breeze, a caress, a soft stroke.
You are the summer rain, which quenches thirst sweltering.

You are the Field, the colorful, fragrant flowers.
You're the Mountain, who heighten our love.
You're the volcano, which last lava fire me.
You or the ...

Oh, how I wish you'd hug her
I want red lips, to be with you.
I want kiss, hug fiercely thee,
I want to possess the slim, beautiful body.
I want to kiss her white breasts plump moud.
I want brown hair plaits, scent.
Or shiny eyes gentle flutter,
I want your body nice rhythmic tension.
I want writhing sheath, luscious cup
Or faculties of love, convulsive embrace.

You have seen me swing you're so smart.
I felt the smell, which is surrounded by tender in
Me, savor fine coffee smells Thee,
They brought sweet as I used to like it.

Hot, fresh, soft drinks, - without her dream - and then
You, the cofee bit I was happy - glad!
Imagined, I will kiss thy lips.
Send e-mail me is always graceful and beautiful ...