Brian AsphiXia

Ser oh no ser eh hay el dilema….. pero si no eres quien crees ser quien creera que eres tu…?

In the nights one count a legend:

The moon is sad so sad so sad she can´t to be a mom she juts want a real child to lovo and care, of him, and not to be alone again, one woman cry to the moon….. tell me silver moon when i gonna have a child i come to you oh silver moon tellme please i want a child oh silver moon i gona care of him…… soon of the moon…. in the night the moon tell to the woman “you got you´r man but i want you firts child i dont want to be alone i gonna care of he… the woman have her boasted boy with Gray eyes and white skin, the man feel´s like a fool with knife in hand “Of whom he is the child” And of death he stab her….. take the boy in hands and in the mount he abandon…….

when the child is sad the nights that there is full moon will be for that the this child of good and if the child cries it was diminishing the moon to do a cradle to him

and if the child cries diminish the moon to make a cradle……….and if the child cries diminish the moon to make a cradle

And you say you will come back to me but it isn´t truth…. i am tired to wait for you so much time i love you but… it is a another love song for you… i just dont want to end like this i just dont want forget it… i love you so..so..so like the moon and the sun… like the stars…