He scored the excuses, lies, follies, dropouts, the wasted years. He thought that possibly it was feasible to save and also there was a risk of a new frustration. Still did not assemble the bags and ran behind the first interpreter blinded lover who escaped the plane and appeared dream straight out of Aladdin's lamp.He never knew before how terrible was the loneliness until that time because she had always avoided, except once in a few weeks of loneliness caused her ankles allergy which had been abandoned by her and her ravings. Now there were other symptoms: burning a width in the soul, eye swelling, pain, thoughts, tears day, evening and night, shortness of breath, trembling, anger, disappointment, distress, and a rare transparency in the chest that heart left outdoors.
Little did what she was hurt layers of the soul, how sense could be the cry that arose in the belly to reach it, its distance of freedom, joy and loneliness.
She knew only instead of sadness and hatred, of broad failure crowded and dusty on the shelf. He wanted to sink into an abyss, a pest invading your home, she condemn the guilt she knew perfectly.
He felt his silence as a dagger stabbing her portrait and chasing all day, taking in a spectrum. She saw the grotesque frivolity, as a usurper.
He had called and written lengthy letters, had appeared in her dreams, to steal a kiss, but even so rejected and her soul came the morning tired and thirsty, after crossing the arid and vast distances that had spread among them.
Thus, a victim of their immaturity, their whims, their comparisons, it was absolute quiet before jealousy and repressed in the distorted image that showed the mirror, with bleeding tears, with love getting out of the body. Going nowhere, exile, anxious, moistening tissues whose point seemed to be endless in the galley of a magician.
"Goodbye loneliness ultimately go away. I do not want to meet you " he thought. She saw his empty suitcases, his hands pressing her clock forward in inverse proportion to his desire to see it. The black and white landscape remained intact.
"So it was, then he would feel the death of love."
She knew only instead of sadness and hatred, of broad failure crowded and dusty on the shelf. He wanted to sink into an abyss, a pest invading your home, she condemn the guilt she knew perfectly.
He felt his silence as a dagger stabbing her portrait and chasing all day, taking in a spectrum. She saw the grotesque frivolity, as a usurper.
He had called and written lengthy letters, had appeared in her dreams, to steal a kiss, but even so rejected and her soul came the morning tired and thirsty, after crossing the arid and vast distances that had spread among them.
Thus, a victim of their immaturity, their whims, their comparisons, it was absolute quiet before jealousy and repressed in the distorted image that showed the mirror, with bleeding tears, with love getting out of the body. Going nowhere, exile, anxious, moistening tissues whose point seemed to be endless in the galley of a magician.
"Goodbye loneliness ultimately go away. I do not want to meet you " he thought. She saw his empty suitcases, his hands pressing her clock forward in inverse proportion to his desire to see it. The black and white landscape remained intact.
"So it was, then he would feel the death of love."
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