Poems from Gloria.Posada
Chivelry is not dead, it has only spread to the men
Inocence, instead, has met it's inevitable end
For once there was a question weather...
There, that place there are where my brothers and sisters meet
Where we eat and drink from the same cup, where the sun rejoices
He is my...
Flaws are a delight, a pinch to know it's true
A thorn to a rose, a violet that's blue
Beauiful to me, which my dreams cannot achieve
But...