Así Son Ellas
Así Son Ellas
That's How They Are
You don't have to understand them, just love them the most beautiful things in this creation are the flowers, they are.
You don't have to understand them, it was just a dilemma of every look from their pretty eyes my poems are born.
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender sometimes just obscene words with harsh reproaches full of outbursts but that's how they are.
Blue mornings and long afternoons with sun and rain with laughter and tears full of contrasts fleeting stars sometimes stars.
And that's how they are angels from heaven tenderness and passion, hatred and love close and distant but...
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender sometimes just obscene words with harsh reproaches full of outbursts but that's how they are.
Blue mornings and long afternoons with sun and rain with laughter and tears full of contrasts fleeting stars sometimes stars.
