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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.

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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.

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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.