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questioning And I wondered why the incognita, and I questioned to find out why my question.

I tossed in these leaves that have fallen from memory and I wallow in the pages of the trees that bore fruit in what today is history.

I wondered to find the question to the answer in my heart was and why I questioned to get to that place where the charms of the questions are unnecessary, I held my hand in your trunk and that was when only sigh thinking it was a sleep.

. . .

How did we get here?

That was the response to address today's footprint has been a long walk to find on this site that have parallel lines perpendicular to the loop, and is that management today is that response and walking trail my side has done today is in your memory that makes you smile a backup site is now portrait. And

portrait photography of your embrace in the palm holding the sincerity with which they cherish and between smoke is a constant feeling that sheds its amorphous volatile combination.

will question the answer is that both know and do not absorb the questioning melancholy, because between us there was a curtain to conceal the public what it felt like love, and that answer is the question that made me smile to questioning why we got to this point where the site is now embrace portrait and still holding my smile in days.

And my love is photography that caresses friendship today is the tangible form of the aroma of love and honey became his face.

Today I thought I'd think you inadvertently or have planned well, today as yesterday, or think you do not plan to answer that question that the timing and shot in the page I wanted to come to give thanks for being perpendicular to your path, drawing the line in my life, your essence that is constantly kept warm, the sincerity on stage and scenes that are happening.

And you pictures that kind of moment that you can use without blushing, that in which we know dear, that in which you can walk barefoot.

Today I have thought not well planned and came here to say I want to say thanks for your time shooting mine.

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embrace

was in your arms when your arms were not, was in your arms when your arms traced the flight, was in your arms that embrace those who taught me infinite lost in your arms I was when I was not with you.

was lost in your arms when your arms lost contentment, when I lost my arms, I came close.

was in your arms when your arms and my happiness was not lost the touch that my last name you smile, it was thought in your arms when your arms were not.

And it is so vague that I feel that embarrasses me when I do not want to look into your eyes knowing that, your face does not match what he wanted.

In your arms I am when my feet flying and flying me hugs, those no longer exist and nostalgia you feel knowing you so far away, knowing that loss in your arms those who have already left.

And I feel so vague that embarrasses me the memory, knowing that there is no point that I want to lose your eyes in your face draws those who, knowing that loss in your arms those who enslave me.

your arms in a hug that you know to stay, in your arms my stay nil, in your arms, your embrace and between my body hurts knowing that I'm far from thine arms.

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linked

They said freedom was free but enslaved to the desire of pillow blue letters song hummed in pink, say free when its released gradually linking the freedom to enslave your stop on the dream remained volatile feathers glued to their fingers .

free and was told I met her at the time it does not take a break, which jumps to skip breaks and prefer to add minutes to owe the future, was said to be free and slave met her freedom ambiguous heart is free to choose said throw your coins into a well and wants to fill the bank.

was said to be driven by free time outside making reservations, to soak up poetry and live out the storm in a candy paint sunsets, and freedom is said free, while gradually married routine-looking thinking, forgetting that this will eat the steps.

was free when I met free or said until I forget what they are gradual surprises, until the weather decided to take a break and consolidate power in the months that minutes are now paper.

free was said until I see his eyes deeply, those who first observed the joy and he figures they name encapsulated amorphous phonemes kisses and tenderness.

free They said the damage to the life his chose life until the imperfect link that the future ideological, and was free until their eyes, those eyes are looked free.

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part


In a piece that is divided into tracts, as the ship that rests after completing the journey, marked as the part that knows that is part of a whole, as the whole that is divided into extensions to browse remote tirelessly towards that of only one piece.

Simple and unique piece has been shared, has been divided into areas of the conclusion of his mind of selfishness, as the piece that knows composed of a complex puzzle to be walking in a whole extension starting to walk. One piece

stump the horizon that kiss so many times without thinking about whether there would be a morning at his side, one piece in the canteen of the verbs that sound like poetry that took the road system of the hearts drunk paratroopers.

and rodeo simple piece bluntly what was an adventure that certainly left me what I asked with uncertainty postmarked date that someday come. One piece

start parted with the pieces that make up the contours of a singular in the car while the features are secured to my waist, while movement makes me dumbfounded. Stunned

front of the mirror contemplate the complexities of being a piece divided into permanent extension of a heart that plays without limitation the part that even I knew.

In that piece is yours now shared with me in this body part that we share without it being totally mine and I felt entirely yours.

In this simple piece of a piece astonished gaze at the horizon so often kissed in silence, many times those rushes I would not know which direction this morning while taking a drink nectar of adventure, joy and brightness batch of dawn bathed in color. One color

now divided into areas of confessions I understand that only in virgin illusion that history is just beginning and is filled with brightness of entranced by knowing look at the horizon and eat it to pieces while taking a break. One piece

contemplate the piece that was before today and my eyes shine with the joy of knowing that I split continuous extension of a new life.

Life provides the horizon of a piece that is an extension of a whole, a whole me to continue reaching out in one piece ...

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reading



The countless things, the countless times I spent with you and dream of sitting down to read you smelled the horizon while our eyes only to find more pupils that phonemes.

read you found the bench where the many talks that seem to distinguish itself fables of the jungle, I stood in that place right by your side with what happened no matter the dream of sitting down to read your eyes while your eyes embrace calm, and feel that the horizon is below the stars that reach the fingers and that those smiles are the vocabulary of the adventures they finally find rest. Mentioning

I thought about the shade of giant tulips that while the drops were accumulated to form giant sculptures of intangibles that are the ideas, but it was better to find a piece of you where you lie down to read your fingers do nothing but tell the countless moments we spend together.

found the place to fly and you found me the perfect place to rest, sitting on a bench watching the heart that is ready to write its history.

not explain, but I found our bench and the right time to hold you without thinking about the rain and the passing of the seasons, I enjoyed not having to explain the movement of my eyes as I watched the way to cross streets without weighing its mouth.

is the first time I'm on this bench just before it gets dark voices, I found our site, welcome.

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"Love and love postponed tax. Love and love
incandescent unwary. Love
shape. Naked love ... "


And after this I could not remember more than let my fingers wet wine.


And then remember that I could only let my fingers wet wine.

was
time to make a statement on taxes that had left him kisses, charge accounts to the architecture of a relentless and unsustainable debt on which wealth meant that the neglect of those accounts were dropping on silk.

And it was time of tireless allow the running time at home and become deaf between the silhouettes were deformity in her fingers.

Love naked, wearing a smile, her soul bare, without the tattoos that hides the dark ride.

was time to file the statement of actions without consequence seeks to charge him with interest, meant to be rich rather than lucky, simplified in a blink while remaining numbers are counted in the calendar.

And it was time to allow the wind coming through the narrow wall that divides the chest, between memories warp ties were dissolved with fingers over the strange. Love

naked, pure, without wearing the smile that hides the soul, not the tattoo that blows a stage in the ladder.

the dark with the light of the profound statement a love deferred.

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Cliff fan


I do not love me, against or over, do not want you under what is sweeter to forget or you want over the counter pursued.

not want you in my life that descends from a kiss or love you at the bus stop from dawn to adulterated pastor eyes, smile fixed on what he calls heaven.

I do not want it said, do not want me, or on or against this wall echoes drunk notes, do not want you under the sheets where you lose the sonnets.

I do not want in life or the kiss that wakes you want to stop evening of poetry, I will not name at the moment of paradise or you want me to list the dreams.

I do not want to exile me from the emptiness overwhelming hopelessness of a heart flooded with joy. I do not want

below, behind or above the hug that embellish in small drops of oblivion.

I do not want me to go against me you, do not want my hand to say goodbye daily to subordinate thought and devote to you the late morning.

I do not want to kiss the life of desire or love you in the rhythm of the moment bastard who prefer their freedom to tie one night by name.

not want you at my feet or my side or behind, do not want me or my life, he said.

A cliff walk I do not want it said, and disprove the cliff jump.

- - -

I forget that I write when I touch you and when you play with me so I thought I lost, forgotten to write when I touch you and me why we lost touch just involve thought.

forgot I wrote when I was playing and when you touched in me that used to be subordinated to that madly in love dusk beasts eyes.

had forgotten that I write, I had forgotten what it was not wanting in life's speech wrong honey, I forgot what it is to be touched to the soul and not from her, had forgotten to get lost without fear of getting involved, had forgotten.

forgot to say that I write, I forgot to tell you that I write and describe just when I look at the roof of the front that makes wall in the mind of a lost paradise.


had forgotten what the world is vanishing and the time when you touch the heart and dismemberment of you the essence.

forgot to mention that I write, but I write with the bone and when distilled into the letters is not in favor but against what sometimes seems to be alive.

had forgotten that I write sometimes in cliff overlooking the back of the sunset, waiting for the deafening morning sleep, leaving me by blazing past the buzz that comes late. There

forgotten what it is to let someone touch you below the middle there is no adjective tissue diffuse between desire and sex. And forget forget

between caressing deep.

had forgotten the cliff jumping in the stars, in that it remains full of unfinished poetry.

had forgotten to write with your feet floating in the wind that brings the passenger knows what is not wanted, the rain that is encapsulated in the breeze of promise. I had forgotten

not want more than the deep caress of a different heart, little expecting to see tomorrow.

not want you in my life, mean life lines, agenda and networking code numbers that are supposed to be social so of my life and it does not want pieces but whole beings.

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Pezca



had wet feet and wet hands to dry eyes healed the puzzle.

Labyrinth without a compass, mariner sailing boat, unveiled his hands healed sleep.

had wet feet and wet hands, newly healed puzzle that showed a wet look in a desert landscape.

compass in a sea of \u200b\u200bresponses, raise hand set in a maze of dreams.

boredom had wet hands and feet with a thirst for travel, arid showed riddle dry eyes.

In sailing a boat left hand clasped carry moisture linking those dreams, voices desert looks feathered river coast air maze.

bait in a sea of \u200b\u200blaughter where your feet are moist in the words distilled wine.

Night of poetry, wandering eyes, star sailor who has eyes full of aroma of rain.

Hands tied to an imaginary fishing, distant echoes, different humidity that create the puzzle that just heals. Labyrinth

answers, night sailing guide that disappears when you bite the bait.

Coast footsteps, his mind expanded among the stars guiding a sailor without a ship. Hook

dreams, voices in the distance.

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Subtle, undetectable, travel with no sweets, no history twilight thought, faint imperceptible trip had a story in the twilight trip with faint sweet tones, the sound of the breeze with smile gets you to wet your eyes, traveling without sweets involved, no tea leaves, no stories in mind, with faint perceptible symptoms of air travelers and feet loose from the floor, whistle blades travel fans, cooling head and adjusting the screws were missing and secure, without thinking dim your search history hallada en aspas desprendidas de su naturaleza.

Imperceptible viaje sin dulces con naturaleza incolora cuya búsqueda hallaba los ojos al cielo y los pies tan lejos del suelo que pareciera podían tocar el crepúsculo que enmarcaba el color de sus pupilas, lejos, cerca, alejado y lejano, no importaba la distancia, el tenue viaje se impregnaba de historia, de risas, de sonrisas que mojaban la almohada con brisa de pupila.

Sonreía mientras sus ojos miraban al cielo, aspas brillaban en el techo cuando sus pies volaban lejos del suelo y sin dulces ni dulzura se encamino a viajar en su propio espacio, sin compañia ni compañero viento que le recordase el clima de vuelta.

En el ambiente aire que hacia rolling and rolling papers that had roles followed, which guarded the table and the cards on her, his eyes fixed while fixing a place without history twilight hues had their eyes on the wind managed to write. Wind

cool trip.

lying traveled in time, producing wind blades, his eyes captured fresh, free travel movie sweet without candy, unscented ...

Fan ...

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scratch



questioning And I wondered why the incognita, and I questioned to find out why my question. I tossed in

those leaves that have fallen from memory and I wallow in the pages of the trees that bore fruit in what today is history.

I questioned to find the question to the answer in my heart was and why I questioned upon arrival at the site where the charms of the questions are unnecessary, I held my hand in your trunk and was thinking that if only sigh was a dream.

. . .

How did we get here?

That was the response to address today's footprint has been a long walk to find on this site that have parallel lines perpendicular to the loop, and that management is today and that response walking trail that has made me today is in your memory that makes you smile a backup site is now portrait.

and portrait photography of your embrace in the palm holding the sincerity with which they cherish and smoke from a constant feeling that sheds its amorphous volatile combination.

will question the answer is that both know and do not absorb the questioning melancholy, because between us there was a curtain to conceal the public what it felt like love, and that answer is the question that made me smile to questioning why we got to this point where the site is now embrace portrait and still holding my smile in days.

And my love is photography that caresses friendship today is the tangible form of the aroma of love and honey that transformed his face.

Today I thought I'd think you inadvertently or have planned well, today as yesterday, or think you do not plan to answer that question that the timing and shot in the page I wanted to come to give thanks for being perpendicular to your path, drawing the line in my life, your essence that is constantly kept warm, the sincerity on stage and scenes that are happening.

And you pictures that kind of moment that you can use without blushing, that in which we know dear, that in which you can walk barefoot.

Today I have thought not well planned and came here to say I want to say thanks for your time shooting in mine.

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shoebox

Among

dust, calcentín unparalleled, between the spider and nest threads letters rooted memories, between the time and climate disorder that sometimes it so hard to organize, from unparalleled powder to nest a web search, looking for the memories related in reality, between the work of reorganizing and between the task of not finding.

Among the box full of both empty and among the things that are looking for a place among the leaves yellow color in my eyes breathing, between this place and filled with so much space between you seek is not found among the yellow of smell saved between narrating his walking shoes.

Among the many additions to subtract, from the divisions that absorbs decide between the words divided hearts among the subtraction in real time, the sum of both to describe and between leaving the type described, between unreasonable multiplication of reasons, including additions to this heart in the dust of a shoebox, including the hiding under my feet, or dividing wall between the horizons, including the window that shows the future.

Between the dust, there I found the shoe box that he kept with both care, I knew one day would be useful or just help me remember why I store things that made me smile, so treasured that box cautious not know what to put inside, so in that time the fill nothing for some time to fulfill its mission, and that's how this week's box full of empty shoes that had accumulated for so many city, the smog that makes you weep ears, for the luggage you insist on charging, therefore anything that comes to collect, now filled the void that I could have let humanity because there is no better therapy than a prescribed or know no better relief to look beneath the feet that support you.

Between dust and cats found the smell of puppy box, between the voices and sneezing of ideas between the letters do not yet have tenure, including shoes that have accidentally stepped on and between the gaps are filled of useless things, among all the shoe box full of nothing and finally change of residence.

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met you is not even fall and embarrass me to be ignorant in the art on the other side for fear of the abyss, down with you and without shame to ignore the art of everyday life, fall without cheating, without wings not wishing to fall beyond blindly comply with the mandate is not known to have been met, falling at the rate that the heart dictates and dictating the verses of their own history without waiting for the narrator adds points and commas.

There is a silence, perhaps uncomfortable to know that I am not ashamed to know what ignorant of the eyes that look at around, perhaps uncomfortable position I have adopted after many falls, more free I was and am, I do not regret scratches, land that I have still in my ears, but I am comfortable knowing that the land does not bind my heart.

is humming perhaps has crept into my mind in the meantime gap in the wall covering scene, the sound is not ashamed to say that I've covered my ears to hear clearly but noise, noise only has come to shout into the abyss and do not differentiate between the unreal from the waves and the echo of your silence.

I was there, jump and I got carried away like a leaf that is left to walk through the wind no matter how light you can think of oak that has been his way, well that is no shame in every fiber I have lived the explanation that I alone know I traveled in every sense, was there where the horizon turns to show that there are more dimensions that a writer can describe and more meanings of those who can decipher. Shout

yes, because among so lonely wanted to conquer my own to know myself without a gram of that atmosphere that sometimes covers the surface.

Without load, without explanation you thank you for not inviting me to touch the fund which initially dropped weight, I thank you for defining the human as specific architecture of risk and stress in my nature to walk. Ando

nomad in every dream but not so committed no fingerprints, each fingerprint explore and learn, every step of a dream is born and the nomadic understand why it is my shadow and tangible that is my step, no step long as the seasons pass hot and cold or persons as defined in a known profile, do not look for the words that flatter your ear or the places you intend to depart while they await the feature live on stage and on stage regardless of whether they die or end up embracing a good time.

unbutton the memories that at some time are the anchor that can not see the sky, who dissolved the marriages that have been secured by words and ruffled the nuance with which I began the day with gray colors.

met you is not fall yet, now you know the story without changing the end, now just to find you without blushing, thank you have waited for so long, for not having thrown when perhaps should be the time at night in which only received my check without force me to stay because it was necessary.

met you is not even fall, through the abyss.

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Love of my life



No me lo presentaron, mas bien me sorprendí cuando lo encontré, confieso que estaba incrédula y momentáneamente me quede sin palabras.

Hay acontecimientos que tienen que llegar y éste era un caso palpable, el río estaba muy ruidoso y dejo ciegos a los oídos, tal vez por eso hubo que repetir la escena de la noticia.

Desde entonces el amor me ha hecho conocer la fortaleza por encima de la fuerza, me ha hecho dudar para valorar la verdad cuando la encuentro, me ha dejado ciega para poder sentir con el corazón abierto, me ha hecho aprender de la ignorancia que humanamente y femeninamente había adopted and made me recognize before closing the door.

The love of my life for life has taken my hand to be felt, or scenarios have not looked at appropriate times, is known more as no faces or names insists on finding good no matter what color or shape you have .

Play with my mind and makes me walk again and again by the same path to find another difference that makes me able to return without the same attitude next time.

And Matizz guarded the brush does not hold today, but flows.

The love of my life slips through my sheets or seek steal a kiss, is not there to comfort me, is always to remind me of the freedom with which grows feeling.

And to please him I had to forget my favorite dress and high heels for long texts aggrandizement, to barefoot in wet grass and a taste for flavors that were foreign to my taste.

Forget the list was restricted and therefore we read, searched and found the reasons why today he is at my side, has been confronting me with the alleged facts he knew.

made me breathe like membrane that first described the smells and wants to test materials only to memorize the taste they have.
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And his face but left to listen to your heart and do not know why he chose me or because I want this moment to come, but since I gave him the welcome I have not stopped smiling.

The love of my life has reminded me that I had wanted to block human situations.

And between the lines makes me write what I describe out loud, made me recall the name he had forgotten on the road with such direction and had been nomadic. Today

Love of my life does not seek or expect, we only.

And love is indescribable it generates.

how strange it is strange for me to sing that song, I forgot the lyrics, so I have not deleted the title, but the love of my life has given priority to this and has left free and leaves memories that went out the window.

No networks or hope that they catch attention, love is my life and thanks to you I have it.

to read me is to tell who wrote this text amorphous?

is to smile and I'll reverse. Thank you for choosing

.

Thanks for coming without me you'd called, I waited my whole life and even shorter for some reason you arrived at this time and in the scenes you chose. Fully

sincerely and wholeheartedly reaffirmed that there is no love more pure than it generates in me.


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what it pleases him, but in reality my arrhythmia has been eating me letters, I have been exploring areas in life stepping thought, I've been downloading to stop charging so humanity, I tried to find how to define what is philosophy without being pregnant, and still do not get it haha \u200b\u200bso safe back then.

more than I have been reading the list, I have been learning and giving that beat like a familiar stranger to me is, is so concerned about the feeling of wanting to find all as I say not a hit that confronts me every day .

I appreciate the silence, thank lines and I thank you for letting me live the love in life.

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No metaphors, no arguments or finding the right words, few words because there is no vocabulary to properly express what words are eaten and persist in making these into action verbs.

No dots, no commas or periods that end up being full stop, not to mention the few words that are said to express with certainty what love eating and persists in doing adjectives past actions.

Not long letters ending with trash and nails without Zarro in fountain pen writing.

But many lines that accompany self-pity, no lines that have little meaning and so little to stop the message short. Both write

tired sometimes leaves the voice and the voice finishes filling it mutes stories and narratives that end up in dead file.

few lines and a blank mind, it says the oak that is powered not by words of love and not much poetry is pure sentiment.

lines and some of those hints that emphasize flavor, spices that were not necessary.

few lines to summarize what inspired reduction. Inspiration

synthesis concludes that paragraph by paragraph forgot to be specific.

Conclucion lines, hours and time.

Time has flown, alas they are free.

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doubted doubtful doubts among categories were marching in step, slowly I doubt surrounding these questions than I had escaped for a while, do not hesitate to sit a moment to contemplate the questions that led me to doubt the nature of what had brought me the dubious state of the undesirable volatility in court to what for me was a good decision.

doubt I decided to meet him because he had turned over the wrong road, it was necessary to see into his eyes and shaking with cold hands Knowing observed for the many doubts and past who watched my mood. Doubting

me and I watched analyzed in detail by listing the reasons for those doubts had been cleared or dispersed in the atmosphere, slowly caressed my reason and unreason, gently embraced me trying to convince would doubt the truth that so many sometimes I'm around.

doubted being in the right place at the right time when I entered the panic of knowing that all these doubts have been cleared and today I had as tangible ghosts, ¨ where had lost direction and the road? my situation back to list the reasons why my doubts were fed and there in front of the biggest questions I found your right eye sincerity.

but not block time and without further preamble let me wander around in case I know myself protected by the certainty of my decision.

Love has no doubts, the doubts only darken the scene to assess the clarity of heart.

desdudada That's how I embrace the moment when doubt found my way home.

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And the eye was so small that there was no thread so thin so the sound is filtered through a moment and whisper their sound which ended without an echo, it was so small the opportunity skein that mark the path that only crumbs of stories that had entrenched reality. Tangled

between colors and odors wasted rhymes encapsulated between flavors sounds failed to mention words to interpret what those eyes were whispering.

between the needle and the thread that wove their dreams was the thin route between your heart and head followed them, and there was no reason for not mentioning the sonnets together asilenciados guarded, there were puppets manipulated nor hugs encounters the term lovers who narrate the journey.

had arrived early and so small was his eyes that his sight may not allowed his eyes to see what exactly what they knotted them free.

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doubt I discovered

Christmas was someone else, was the memory of someone who borrowed for that moment and the reading was mine and as she wept because I knew I had discovered was a Christmas that was mine.

was late and drinking coffee Gio eyes reminded me of the mind that was distributed slowly over and over again in small cubes with letters asynchronous.

I want to love me in a way that is not always possible, as is sometimes simply can not love as we need ...

Love my way was an act and I invidividual ashamed to admit that beyond the flight of the butterflies were chains which had given.

And the evening was that my eyes renonbraran the past is rapidly distributed me crying again and tear and accumulate around my selfishness cubes were piled outside.

discovered after I was Gio's eyes reminded me that drinking coffee slowly the scene changes again and again that travel is shared but not shared just because one wants to give the ticket, commonly travel alone and do not tell anyone, my feet do not usually visit places that are full of people, I hold private, intimate spaces, school me on this adventure of discovery of what is prohibited to public eye, so discovered I was in tears and smile knowing that I released coo when you yell at the open forest enclave that is not enough to vocalize their feelings.

smiling while I was discovered by a demon in my mind wandered so much that I overheated the acts to go on my head and greedy selfishness had been burned exposure among so light.

And wept while watching the movie in your eyes that Christmas morning he had seen, wept as the darkness of sadness enveloped me accompanying shock.


had only to hide behind the line and a Christmas was hug me and why I had not cried.

raining and wept that afternoon when he rediscovered the long flight path, crying as my hands touched the knees and slowly will find you and your lines again centrifuged inside.

spasm and then covered my Christmas was mine.

I did not cry as she left empty knowing that my hand was not wanted, I did not cry as she returned the ring to the one that gave me a clear sky, did not cry as I went slowly and kept my dreams to be me become someone whom he loved, did not cry when I felt alone and hell strange, I did not cry to recite the irresponsibility of offering time or cry when I broke the hearts of those who innocently had been expecting me.

But I cried today as I discovered the reason why no reason to love you for so long, I cried today to discover the injustice of my demon and I cried my heart today to polarize two feelings of peace.

woman I'm not asking to be loved when sometimes we are not made to love the way they need it.

not cry for the couple will be neither for the future not be forged, cry because you made me happy every day and night your hand was accompanied by my life, cry for shoulder slip my dream and gave rise to my effort, I will cry because you're the man of my life and cry because I am fortunate to take part of you beating me.

cry for infinite bounce much rest in your embrace and for calls that do not bear fruit, cry quietly in remembrance and appreciation for countless moments occupied by the woman who shared your life.