Jose Humberto Davila.
2-I met her in the afternoon with a rose in her hair, she told me what to do, then we broke the ice.
Jose Humberto Davila.
3-When I slide my fingers through his skin, he tells me slowly, because there is not enough space to know.
Rene Davila.
4-Always his words of love slashed my skin with the perfumed smell of his bones.
Jose Humberto Davila.
5-At night I sleep with her, when the lark comes out she flees, but I know she will come back.
Rene Davila
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