EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD

One day the sun will rise from the east. A destiny for my life figure in the eating. Clouds for me the shadows were painted. The stars were ready to go. The time said: Tonight, a story we told him for the time . the wind of his new clothes to wear and he highlighted his point of life. sleep, my fate was now waking up. day, for night was jealous. love, was looking for a chance to tell me you, I love you.