Mais perto do céu.

"I know that behind this world of appearances, of all differences, the hope is preserved.
In yesterday's dirty cups of coffee is served each morning. But there is a word that does not stand to hear her and not me as.
I believe in everything, but I want you now I love you for your sins, for your body marked by your scars, your crazy for all of my life.
I love your hands, even because of them I do not know what to do from mine.
I love your sad game and your dirty clothes here at home I wash.
I love your happiness outside of yourself, love for your heart and love you to so you could have been, if the tide of circumstances I had not herd in the waters of misunderstanding.
Love you in the hellish hours and the life without time ...
Love for children and future wrinkles.
I love you for your lost dreams and your dreams useless ...
I love your way of life and death, love you for your entrances, exits and flags and love from your feet until you escape.
Love of soul to soul and more than the words, but it is through them that I argue when I say I love you more than the silence of the difficult times
while the love ones. "