think it was useless as desperate to remember a dream from which only reached the last vestiges to open his eyes.
What saves us all a life is implied, that has little to do with the everyday or astronomical, heavy influence that fights the easy dispersion in absentia any more or less gregarious, a cataract turtle that never ends to make up, it comes down to a slow motion that only relates to our identity and printing white-digit right thumb life as something separate but the same care must be taken, the child to leave you as the mother is going to run an errand, the pot of begonias that will water twice a week.
No game will make you forget: your soul is a cold machine, a lucid registration.
never forget anything in a whirlwind that will sweep the large and small to throw you another present.
Sleeping, the forgotten child.
A slow incomprehensible ceremony we were close at night from our infinite distances.
I sleep, I sleep all night, see the first streak of dawn in the window of many sleepless , know that nothing has changed.
not say what ever his name came to me as perfumes that attract and repel at the same time, as the temptation to caress the back of a frog gold knowing that the finger will touch the heart same viscosity. How to speak to anyone if you yourself would not know that the mention of your name, the step of your image in any foreign remember me naked and vulnerable me, strip me of myself with that total shamelessness that no mirror, no acto amoroso, ninguna reflexión despiadada pueden pueden dar con tanto encono; que a mi manera te quiero y que ese cariño te condena porque te vuelve mi denunciador, el que por quererme y ser querido me despoja y me desnuda y me hace verme como soy.
Abrazarse interminablemente o con una violencia que los apartaba en el mismo instante, como si del deseo creciera amarga la distancia. Y siempre por debajo, un silencio agazapado donde latía el tiempo enemigo.
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