Feeling Of Bruised Brain

"Your silence"

For you, Lizard!

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Your silence

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I've learned to interpret the meaning of your silence

the way I like to draw, maybe I dream about

explaining them, only shut up and keep them well, forever,

do not make your words differ from them, I like that.


I learned to understand your times without a voice, you calm

when you immerse yourself in your thoughts, and you just go

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to different worlds to which we share, and you are absent

spaces that I can not reach me, without me

induce
not matter because you recreate my mind, you stay with me, smile

per share, blushing, you play stupid

and even when I hear, beyond what I say, happy!

know that without that moment of virtuality, not exist.

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Cosmos Designstar 4.5

I have to forget you and you and everything. I have to stop thinking that will appear sometime soon. I will not let me disturb. Your presence makes me ill. I will not give you a place in my life. As I myself have written, if you do not think do not exist. And then: DO NOT EXIST. NOT EXIST IN MY LIFE. There would only be if I gave you cabidfa and I will not give it to you.
I will act in good faith. I am acting in good faith. Without lunacy but in good faith. If things go as expected. If you eventually find that they hurt me and break my heart again, then I'll be a dumb, but have acted in good faith and will only be one more trip on my way to happiness. Where you or you have no place.

Thick Mucus2 Days Before Periods

If you read this

This time I do not want to re-enter your life and then leave. Since 20 years I have not shot the stone and hide the hand. This time I will not want to play without trying (actually I was never playing with you, was chibola, was stupid and I was wrong in the brain. Well, that has not changed much, but now I think me more.)
If you read me, if I have ever read, give me a smoke signal, join me in a cyber place and give me your mailing address. (I dare not ask you, has been too long, and may sound that I want to do not know what the hell ...). In fact all I want is to give your poem, which I always spoke, that I showed you just once, you did not believe that there was, and I published in a magazine this summer. I want to give, I want you to have it finally is more yours than mine. I might not understand, you may not see reflected in the poem, you might not know that I speak Xuxa, but it is for you and I wrote it from the donf of my heart and my brain twisted. I know that maybe is silly they ask, be ridiculous to do so, a bastard ... I remember you now (I have never forgotten you, I never stopped thinking of you ... ever), but I do not want to help (my shrink says that one should not say I can not when the word is actually I do not want, well I do not want help). I do not want to avoid thinking about you a little, want to send the poem and you want to say nice memory.
I sincerely hope you do better than me, you deserve it completely. You always have deserved it more than me. I know that a chance of life may no longer read me, maybe I do not remember, but if you do, could you give me a smoke signal, I'll give you return your poem, just that promise?

Sauna In Mens Locker Room

I am stone - 2

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Lokesvara Bodhisattva, Cambodian art,
Paris XII century, Guimet Museum

Egzorcysta W Warszawie

Perhaps you too have ever been my breeze

Apparently life is constructed so that no one can fill it ... just ... A flower is not enough to have pistils and stamens ... and an insect or the wind must enter the pistil in the yarn ... Life is the same, containing its own void that only one can fill. Apparently the world is the sum of those single and yet we do not know tell us that we complement each other. We live in a scattered ... ignore each other ... Sometimes, we would find objectionable the presence of the other ... Why the world is constructed in a way so ... messy? ... A horsefly bathed in light is about to fly a small flower ... I've been, unknowingly, the gadfly of someone ... Maybe you too have ever been my breeze. Air

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