I began weaving round ends,
followed by the end of early irregular
I opted for part-time incessantly from the silences,
fears I finished with hieroglyphs of words absent from the minor ideas. Confused
used the dictionary to the back of French synonyms. Since then I could not sleep. Since that night that I can not hear the screams and erase the traces of your fingers on my skin.
makes my voice with the heat of your touch, I felt up to the toes.
Walking through the streets in full apoquindo the lights begin to remind me that branding move, which shook me to my ears, which I crawled up the tabs, unbridled ecstasy unconsciously go again.
A everyone likes to see what we see, but we never take the side of what really happens. Every end is a beginning and every beginning is part of any order .