Holiz amiguis?

I was pulling up weeds

And I pulled a thorn out of my finger

My skin turns pale my cheeks blush

I take off the trouble

The sun painted my hair just right!

The sun and my skin are in love

The wind envy our feelings

In love… Only in love…

Like you, like me, like she…

Likeone leaf

As an artist with his colour in

No.

Is not make - up : is only passion!

Fair in my glance

I put lipstick in my word´s border

Red zeal or bloody ardour

Yes.

I always be important

Although nobody care

But now more… I´m more than ever

Because I don´t have thorns in my skin

And my body

Is like a blanck page

For your kisses.

Julie Sopetrán.