Look at the coquetry of your fate
The surname of the departed, in my heart if it does not go out
Last name of the coming one, Never go out Son Never go out
Remain to the right of my step
My head on the paper
Will be born in my child’s identification bracelet
What is it Sir It was an unemployed Man?
Love is a metaphor in its constitution
He thinks he's himself
At the summit of Everest
Let him hold the mirror So he can see
Who is in whose shadow
You can't see love or affection