Friday, March 26, 2010

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death "You're part of me "(*)


not sleep, because I love. Why should I be sleeping with you now. Even if you to sleep with you tomorrow, just a little insurance. We stay fragmented, which end in long stays in the chest. Listen in the dark to dream a bit, not sleeping well. It is along this state between consciousness and unconsciousness, not knowing the next morning what was dream and what reality. Is to choose the moment of the day that I left out, as if I do, as if asleep, to tell stories and preambles inconsistent. And in the rest of the time, try to think a little. I think a little one who wants to live everyday, but then we will have to juggle not be crushed by the routine. I think in the ways that seemed to walk, are still have marks for stepping. Everything is new for me too, as the indecent stop me or try to be patient and respect. And it's worth, because then shine when you dare, and we merged stronger. What I like to think that you're here, but do not sleep with me more than one time in the week. I like knowing that we are always one button away, and you like listening to me, and me too. Although sometimes I would like to have the same familiarity with your skin, your voice. Travelers seem in the distance. Now I just travel with you, go where there is no time. It is not time travel, but cross him walk. But how nice if go hand in hand, against or in favor of a south wind, the Tigre or city. How nice to see you drive, electronic or dance a couple of steps imagine talking about me. You and I know it's a problem I have, I do not think a little, think a lot, especially when I do not sleep, I do not want. Because I want you to not sleep.



(*) Use words in your mouth, because unlike me, who loosed phrases and sentences such as air, sometimes without thinking, sometimes impulsive, words that some flying like a leaf in the wind by its lightness, you say little. But when you say something, as you say, has both weight and consistency that comes to me the soul. And there it becomes lodged in my side as sweet, soft lips know where to come.


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