They call the ring a boxer, a boxer named heart, goes up and fight, a couple of left hooks and gives them to air, train in the sand to be a good set of legs ... dazed boxer does not get up the blow to the temple.
clandestine smuggling Laughter do not come and hear your name, get up and keep fighting, there can be no more fighting that a loving heart, love themselves and love it, the struggle continues and is infinite, love and pain fighting to the death no one knows who won , the stakes are and the melody of the voice of love and encourages heart struggle continues without stopping, the blood drops to cuadrilítero, blood and pain of love is mixed by a pump, love without explanation, without pain there is no love blues and there is no dawn wanting to be in his arms, those arms clapping after a fight.
He fights for his love and pain fight so do not feel the fight is solid and will, fight and laugh, tomorrow is another day and hopes not to mourn more ...
hoped that after the first round she tells him she loves him and the power struggle ... Wandering the Justorufino struggle with her past and her past ... the still struggling to make her happy and show that there is always forever and that word is too short to tell who will always be ...
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