 Friends        |  carson: hi 9 years ago • Report • Link 0  SANDRO_SILVA: Hello my dear My precious friendship, I am here on your page writing my message to you ... yesterday? it is time! tomorrow? we know it may be late tomorrow you say you love you say forgive you say sorry you say you want to try again does not leave you tomorrow the smile, the hug, the love, the work, the dream, to help. do not let you ask tomorrow why are you sad? what's with you? Where is your smile? Where your dreams? where is your claw? remember: tomorrow may be too late look, go behind, insist! try again only today is final ... and that is why I am here now in morning saying I love you ... me your friendship is very happy .... hugs and good day .... SANDRO_SILVA: I'm happy to have a friend like you ... thanks. wish peace, love and happiness. i like you and i wish a happy new year. SANDRO_SILVA: Good afternoon my friends ..... every day I wake with the hope a better day with the hope a happy day eat hope a day of joy with the hope a day full of love with the hope a day full of life with the hope to have you here with me ... I wish you all a very happy day .... Warm hugs Sandro Silva SANDRO_SILVA: I am the singer Sandro Silva, and come here to lose you, we can make us friends. I'm from Brazil, São Paulo. I look forward to in your contact. Happy New Year ...  vinay: If I were a sailor I would dive deeply Into the ocean of your silky hair Where the waves are lost towards infinity Up to the perfume of a sweet love affair. If I were a swimmer I would drown with lies Into your glittering crocodiles tears of sensitivity Where your diamond's quest will drive me As far as the lair of your soul's eyes If I were a philatelist I would take delight Of your mouth's line where the perfection Of your nectar will share the spotlight In the dessert of my collection. If I were a mountaineer I would climb up Your high mountain's legend Where the everlasting snows will only blow up When your pleasure come to an end. If I were a painter I would soak my brush Into your virgin forest ready to blush Where only a coolness torrent will flow At the banks' mouth before the afterglow. If I were a poet in love I would mix those taboo Into verses that will only look alike When my eccentric imagination would like To tell you without any regret.... I love you. |
