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Today ...


Today I can only watch you from afar, illusory wall that separates our bodies and keeps our desire ... now I can only imagine that when I feel I caress my empty hands to you, my fingers only when there is air ... today I can only bow our heads and close their eyes to try to remember that smell in your absence that stirred my heart and blinded my mind ... now I can only think of you I can only cry with my lyrics impotence I feel by not having the certainty of knowing what tomorrow will be, what will happen tomorrow, it could be without you ...
I think I have no choice but to think of you, I think, and each piece me think of my skin, words that someday I can tell you secrets that will jump out of my mouth to yours and between your league and whisper my poems with lines of eyes, sing ballads with the sound of stroking, dance songs with rhythm
sighs ... Today I can only think of you, I can only wait, I can only dream of you ... now I can only write what I like to say looking into eyes ... now I dedicate these lyrics tiny glimpse of what I have inside ... today I dedicate the time at which we covered the vacuum when the world ended and there is only you and me.

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needed to tell me this, you would understand not

In recent days I have been things that had not all happened so fast that I have not had time to understand the exhaustion that devours me, loneliness, that eternal chase mine bad weather that has been stained gray sky and the clouds obscured my heart hurt more and more squeeze into my chest and my breath away. I can only say that I go back to biting my nails ... Always I think I am imperfect, for myself, my friends, for everyone ... I've always believed to be unworthy of friendship, for love ... I have always been less than anyone else, trying to learn every day a little bit about me, on the subject how to ease the burden for me is my self, my consent, those shackles that tie me to reality, a reality that did not want to live but to which I am doomed. Again I feel fucked up, party on the inside ... I do not think I act bad because I like to hurt people I love, no, that would be crazy ... I tend to be selfish with each other and with me, I tend to be goat, is usually much things but I never do it cheap excuses to hide behind ... I am and always will be responsible for the things I did, do and will for the rest of my life, never lower my eyes to look at the ground and hide their tails between their legs ... it never will.

is a long way to go, but that road is in front of me, never behind, that I know, that I am always safe.

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Women

How to describe a woman?, Did I can compare the delicate fluttering of a butterfly with the subtle delight of her hips? ... No, I can not, a woman is a summary of sensations or feelings or even of words, it is a compendium of virtues or a bunch of situations ... is not a look, not a smile, not an emotion, neither that nor anything like that or all together. What then? Yes, this was exactly what happened, then I look in her eyes was enough to find it, does that?, Discovering that a woman is the beginning and end of a story, is a raging torrent that breaks the stones and jumps fearlessly into the dark abyss of a perpetual fund, is the sweet caress of a drop of rain on the dry, cracked soil, is the raging wind sculpts mountains and gives way to waves, is the speck of dust that irritates the tearing eyes thousand tears, uncontrollable anger is a kite fight to avoid being engulfed by a star ... is each of these things and all of them together, but perhaps not as complex, no, maybe not that hard. Maybe, just maybe, a woman is not what I thought I saw or felt what I thought, maybe, just maybe, a woman is only the warm breath of reality that ties my feet to the ground ... bah! I admit, I can not help comparing this wonderful delight of her hips with the soft, hesitant flapping of a butterfly, I can not even I am not prepared to describe a woman, I know, may never be.

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Thoughts oceanfront


Sitting at the seaside romp in the sand between my toes, the wind shakes my ears and make tears in my eyes. Like sparkling eddies that form between the stones my thoughts swirl in my head taking me from one side to another, from one feeling to another, from one sensation to another, from joy to sadness, embarrassment to nostalgia, fear the tranquility of the potato patatin.
I look up and discover that there, far in the horizon, the sun is at odds with the sea and clouds, which appear to collude in a slow and patient struggle to kill, to extinguish its light ... but maybe I made it today only be a utopia. Waves break
increasingly away and that leaves traces resemble tide desolate landscapes where life, or what to be, has given way to nothingness, the void ... the wet sand seems to twitch in contact with the last rays of the dying sun king who barely manage to warm and perhaps, resembling the skin pores , agujerillos tiny form on the surface almost giving it the power to breathe.
My skin bristles on cooling time and almost disappeared into the shadows momentarily I park my thoughts and prepare myself to go home, although I must confess that I never feel as comfortable as when I am here, facing the sea, playing with sand between my toes.