BLAME

Let me love , one and a thousand times, but every love, I leave something in me. Sometimes I felt guilt, I thought other reasons , invented by me, at the end of time . I can not feel guilt, or feel the joy of life, only infamous moments , in the memories of the time. Love is feeling, reason to be sure, anxieties go inside, I love outside. In a few verses I say , I have loved at times, penalties come now , with the passage of time. JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA