Sitting o a park bench

thinking of you as always,honey

you was only 22 gone before you had your time

What for? in this life we should born to live in hapyness forever , what for ? and  i feel like barrel on iron, lost in translation with my hands empty.scared of cant help you.i feel blue

i´ve seen million faces just searching for you,didn´t find you.so blue

i walked trouthgh the early winter just to be with you for a second,that second....the glorious moment,nothing the most sadest story.

oh brother miss you every day ,day by day,´cause  nothing compares to you

and i swear that a life is not enough to forget the golden times

were used to be our playground  walking hand by hand throught the green fields under the infintity of blue skyes, ´cause you are under my skin

last tuesday i went to san miguel,felt so broken down,just for few days you was gone again.now i feel lost ´cause cant do anything.back to the begining again

alvaro all the flowers we planted in the back yard ,are dead,and the echo of golden times sound like iron on soul.so hard.miss you every day

but my lucky star i swear that day will become then,& the moment will go to the ethernity.´cause i never let you part.

ALVARO;my lucky star

tu gente sera la mia

tu pueblo siempre sera mi pueblo

y alla donde vayas ire yo.

te amo alvaro.me cuesta tanto estar sin tí.son tantos los dias

and i swear that day will become,a life is not enough,miss you always

i just began again waitting for the sun 

 ALVARO LOBO LOPEZ IS MY LITTE BROTHER,HE IS AFECTED OF PARANOID ESQUIZOFRENIA,PLEASE IF SOMEBODY CAN REPORT SOMETHING ABOUT HIS LIVING PLACE,JUST DO IT ,I´M SEARCHING FOR HIM SINCE 6 YEARS AGO,PLEASE SEND ME AN E-MAIL : Esta dirección electrónica esta protegida contra spam bots. Necesita activar JavaScript para visualizarla .THANK YOU SINCERELY