My first thought on exit "does amadres air." My second, "that rich airesito:)" Kittens innocent wallowing in darkness and the moon, top, smiles cynically, mysterious cat, last quarter, all beautiful.
The focus reflected in the flooded grass because someone forgot to close the hose. Fortunately my stomach full of salad, carefree way, squinting to keep me from the earth. That
beautiful night. Venus shines above, far away, in the sky, and think "That Father your ruling planet is always the brightest in the night, that perfect is always easy to locate."
The lights are turned on and off, as in a concert of lights, perhaps the focus be cast, or maybe there are small faroleritos, we can not see, whose job is to turn on and off the lights to the rhythm of the melody of my steps. I feel invisible, like an ant.
call me and tell me you miss me, make me wonder. And you keep it a secret, because what I would say the other? I would give up, even before considering it. But I still carry the memory of your lips, and especially the crazy desire to get into your head to know what the hell were you thinking.
I feel a little drunk, drunk with dreams, illusions, and this fact, it burns, too. My universe is doing very Big Bang. Something inside and outside is about to explode.
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