How come You look for me <br />and pass the weary night with me, <br />the knock, the voice, the gentle breeze, <br />the bleeding heart, my misery <br />and then still the fail to be <br />the man, the broken dreams. <br /> <br />To Lope de Vega, auténticamente grande<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-broken-dreams/
