How Do You Put In A Brazillian Weave

I missed too many things, I have not forgotten but are still on my way.
Did I not tell you enough how I want, I never said I want to be your breathing, your sleep, your melancholy. Wait, there will still be somewhere else, we can be lulled by the wind slowly consumes us all into the fire of our kisses, as a single burn.
Now what remains is our eyes, light for the world, for us as a deep abisso.Ti wait for my life, where we have to start over interrupted. 'll Wait for your smile still picture of red my emotions in quick time.