Sol, you show but what is it?. If you get the aurora to lose without a trace.
As soon as you get noticed in the world, you're going.
spurned every attempt is futile and taken to suppress the strength to keep the waves illuminated by your age if you, you are who more light of day are the least appears at night to ask where is she, and that how the moon gets rid of you and everything becomes nothing. I blush
falsely in the evenings and will no longer be covered by eclipses let's face it, but you invade by the stars forming cosmic conspiracies and negotiate with comets night to dress up less from you.
How false is your face, sun of the past.
lie open your eyes, and reborn every day leaving clouds and rain invaded by jubilant.
And envy anyone which you stand, because you know that people moving around you not only live with you. Not just live in your warmth and your spiteful relative excesses. Because you know those who also need those clouds and rain. Because you know you can not include the 365 days a year on your splendor to observe the moon and draw smiles you fall in love with the dance of your shining rays of passion burning. And you know I also need it at night the lovers of the dark to avoid getting lost in the crowd invisible and misleading.
Could it be that every day you hide from the embarrassment that causes your envy you, or does the envy that causes you shame?. Who knows at this stage lunar what she thinks of you or what you think about it, if you have imported little about where you would stop every night thinking about you. And you view hidden behind the constellations that appear when she is doing his daily work, and envy because it serves as well as you. But you hide and pretend to ignore it even more the cost. And she wonders where your conscience will not see it when she walks in front of you. Questions whether it is your ceguez increases with age, or if it will also have begun to corrupt you with the clouds to cover it while you exercise and not distract you while you glide through your pride and your sovereignty argument.
What is known is that it no longer causes him some centuries ago when the skies were clearer and left view of the cosmos uncontaminated purity. Perhaps they regret having been his constant and faithful setting sight on you. And maybe you think that despite everything, you will not give your beam to be distorted by sentimentality typical of what you see when you head down. You're so engrossed in governance that you have become iron and impose your orders without any understanding. This is how your pride has left the moon away crying at night, and some of the black clouds that cover it, they have sold, in exchange for orphan stars, their drops to mourn for you in the dark and sinister continuous time disappointed that have done the same dull for her. And she is with you in your thinking mind, sobbing quietly and silently through the territories of the planet earth to not even have the opportunity to ignore in your warm golden scepter interstellar government.
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