Clamor
How I love you How I tell you If on less would have canned to listen If on less woul have cann to feel the how much I want you the how much I wait you
How I love you and I I tell you you don’t know what I’m suffering and what to little I go dying Don’t know why I lost you nor know why I’m here
How I love you How I tell you The hours..the minutes anguishedly sum How I love you Only God know how…
JFernandes “Arte Condesa” Book “Retratos” – page 20