The colony moves faster, but a fog around you is responsible for distorting the distant objects and people for your eyes only focus what's important, Natalia. You are part of the colony but feel out of it. Their movements are oblique lines, has rhythm, harmony and melody at a time. But you can hardly notice it, because now they're isolated, and even more of it.
usual I love that you have to experience things before or after they have happened. Illusion, you say again with a smug smile to face you know the answers of all things, and not only do you think capable of that, but you can answer them in a sophisticated manner. You're wrong, I think it is a disability that does not want to concentrate now on it: in their hands in your mouth or in his words. I see you and it makes me laugh, just listen to what your answer says to bullfight and want to show who you are Take a little under the feathers!
I like this ice cream shop, is near the end of the world, just like home. Do people always so nice to her? We do not feel insignificant, remember that she is with you, and most likely, if she notices that the ice cream looks at him with varied intentions, probably also think it's good because it is a form of redemostrarte As it, the PVP. So boldly daring to inquire about its intentions, but only a vague guess, do not listen to me, better watch it, it looks so innocent ... Her eyes shine to hear you talk. Her small hands do not hold the ice cream balances it magically, it does float. His tongue is bathed in cold and flavors. Sorry, I can not stop talking about it without adhering a decorative adjective. Your turn to balance the temperature right? I'm suffocating heat, unable to drink a frozen, unable to even drink it. If you looked at the sky at this time you'd realize that we are close, very close to noon. The heat is vulnerable and you gently made you lose patience, and do not look to him, but his lips. Under the sun, walking home in this town where the souls seem to have evaporated, are you, her and the wall. And the shadows also seem to have evaporated, but there are just hidden under the floor, waiting for the sun to let their guard post at the highest point of heaven, in all its monstrous glory dry. For this reason, the light just blind my eyes and I can not see the time you throw against the wall, his wrists and take the keys, crucify the wall. The sun and its fucking 90 degrees at the point of equilibrium now depends entirely on you choosing the course to take ...
is the one p.m. and the sun sets in the west, strange, and I keep looking as frustrated with her walk. Looks at you with pity, and do not know if it was you or if it was me who left his wrists bruised. Today was not my day, and although it was yours, was not good for you. You are the loser, who lets himself be dominated by fear, which plans the speeches, the one who goes there, coming home with pockets Natalia hands, with a nearly tears redrawing and refracting the iris. She comes to your door, your Submission is your shame and before closing the door you think of saying, "Nature is a mysterious poem of secret signals." She says: "take care" and closes the door of his house.
Okay, I will not attack you now, I know that has not been an easy day, full of pent-up tension, and not unloaded enough. If only the sun had decided to fall in the east. I'm not throwing in the face, but I'm sure I would have dominated. Why, comforts you, get to think about Natalia, imagine that I have in my bed, imagine what I would have done with it. In a totally dark evening in my room, when the last lights go out at dusk, try to see as I would have torn clothes. Do not you feel better? To me yes.
The way back is even longer, and it is not going to matter that the beggar more stinky is sitting beside you on the bus. Listening to that hateful ranchera music world is no more acceptable, and worse with your face loser. Emanate weakness, and therefore the world hates you one more day, as long as the sun goes down by your side. Okay, do not mind me, just that matter, the shadows are only two-dimensional bodies.
In your room, unfortunately the sun shines like the morning, only now descends. The solitude of your room now perennial choking, and see you lying face down with your face on the pillow wrapped in that mix your saliva and your tears ... How do you expect us to dance under the moonlight and let us hand over to illusions of night? Sleep again, but you get up early tomorrow because the sun will not come through your window and I just wake up wanting to kill myself. Tomorrow the sun will not show until noon, and this time, if I survive myself I'll win the game. Do not hate you just do not work as a team, the perfect day is the one that goes against the grain. These days when the sun crosses the sky from west to east.
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