I hope die

I cannot describe you

(- Dime que me amas -) Spanish (- Tell me you love me -) English

My eyes, this eye carried a lot, a lot of fatigue, a lot of sadness, misfortunes, tears, hunger and oppression. My eyes saw things that were not told in stories, novels and plays. I appreciate the tiredness of my eyes because internally they cry and I cry for their crying. Draw me back to my eyes, I want freedom for my pupils and my eyes, I want to live with my antidote, with someone who cures my tiredness Remember, even if you leave me, I will still follow you.

Come and hug me tight :)

YOU MUST PAIN TO WIN