Flowers and Birds Tote Bag

When I left you, myself I promised myself I would return. It was in the fall, and in the fall I arrive, once again, at your shores. (From among your waves the autumn He is born more beautiful every day. ) Arrival at sea When I left you, myself I promised myself I would return. And I'm back. I break with my legs your serene glassware. It's like delving into the principles, how to get drunk with life, how to feel growing very deep a tree with yellow leaves and go crazy with the flavor of its brightest fruits. How to feel with your hands in flower, feeling the joy. How to listen to the bass chord of the hangover and the breeze. When I left you, myself I promised myself I would return. It was in the fall, and in the fall I arrive, once again, at your shores. (From among your waves the autumn He is born more beautiful every day. ) And now that I thought of you constantly, who believed... (The mountains that surround you They have bonfires lit.) And now that I wanted to talk to you, saturate me with your joy... (You are a fog bird that pecks my cheeks. ) And now that I wanted to give you all my blood, which I wanted... (How beautiful, sea, to die in you when I can't with my life.) Jose Hierro