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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

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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.


I've been arhythmic, explorer, very emotional and just He came to do what one can do ... Matizz Share

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.