MY LITTLE PAPEL' SHOES

Tonight. Tonight will be the day. Only this night, I will received to old-mean’ Oriana.  It was only time to see the signal. Maybe was the cigars; maybe was de beer, or the necessity to be high all the time could be the powerful reason. She is not bad girl; she tried to do de best, but she couldn’t to convince you: she couldn’t be perfect. That old enemy is back, and Oriana cries under table. The prison is across street. Oriana’s little fingers are crazy in the gloves, and the evil hands of that guy trespassing all that secret pain on her skins and heart. She believes in Him, but tonight, your soul is already dirty. What kind of aspects can cataloged a lonely’ simple girl?  Everything is confuse now, but the dark side is just a vision. She is a good “nothing to world”.