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made tangible our whispers that get tangled in my hair, pushed by the light spring wind. Go through the whole city, singing melodies that sang two cracked hearts. The chase with the look, I do not see them go, and I caught everything I wanted for today, I have no coins left the source of desires, and vices are cheap, I have no more addictive than melt in your eyes. And that if it were in your eyes, I would not mind falling in a shipwreck. Never I will ask you to accompany me to him, from time to time send me a sip of your love I have enough to keep waking up every day, and I get to have plenty of strength to keep looking for you. Gradually feel closer to me back to life, gives me strength to withstand any downturn, and to remove the blindfold from my eyes and face to face with the truth, this time, is not as painful as they say sayings.

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all right,

but still there

my

hopeless dismay.

And perhaps the problem is I have a rope too fragile to walk on. Or am I who has made up his mind to bear no weight. I let the consequences take over my mind, that left me feeling binding promises and too many people know he does not put on a brave face, and sometimes, even the sun. Feeling invisible is so routine and a sense that when you go, I have fear of not knowing how to adapt to someone really wants to help without wanting anything in return. The color of my days are dark, but my fault that I do is lock myself in my fear. I have fear that I break the hopes that I tear out the feelings, that dreams are unattainable. I have afraid to cry, because you may not be right, and I have fear of the whispers, then no one will hear my views.



do not know how to ask the sense of insecurity which is going to get rid of the apprehension. Learning not to continue life as if it were a puzzle to be solved, if not let little by little, the course takes me to the goal. After all, is supposed to always get the same place, the later the better.


Sometimes you have to pause and reflect, perhaps the point of view that still is not the proper perspective. Mine not it is. But I do not know how to get rid of much uneasiness therefore not worth the effort and begin to bask in what happened to me is bequeathing.

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My dear Lucia has given me an award again, thank you sky! The truth is that I can not believe that a stranger might like the way I express myself, my blog, a piece of me. I really thank you very much, do not know the illusion that makes me:)

These are the rules:

1. Exposing the seal of the blog.

2. Say 8 things about you:

1. Hate it with all my strength I call beautiful. Well, more than pretty face, they tell me I have good physique. Some people have it refuses to do just that, so your friend @ s saying "it goes, but if you're cool." I truly hate being told things like that, I feel that they laugh at me ...

2. I just left what I think was the worst depression of my life (and that I need, seeing the melancholy that I am ...). As not all for love. But what damaged love, love can cure, and rupture has made my life has found a new direction, new eyes for which melt.

3. I can only speak about music in total comfort with my father, is the only one who understood me 100%. @ S friend I have also heard the same music as me, but there will always be rare in which we disagree ... Less with my father.

4. I always read the last sentence of the book. I do not know what I do, but it is a tracidión: never mind the last sentence of the book nothing relevant ...

5. Poetry was small, many, many poetry. But I have two years without writing anything, although I would try again.

6. I'm loving the small gestures are what builds life. The smallest sniff, look, a joke, change your life dramatically. Is proven.
7. I love that people have with me silly details, like writing a note in the middle class, a smile in a comment tuenti, a missed call to say goodnight ...
8. Lately I'm more than usual with my efforts to be a writer, but I was blocked without carrying or five pages.

3. Pass it on to 8 blogs you've discovered and like you
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http://perfectaporfuera.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuando-era-una-nina.html
http://alltherumors-aretrue.blogspot.com/2011/03/ni-calma-ni-miedo-ni-lagrimas-que-el.html
http://anisensations.blogspot.com/2011/02/inseguridades.html
http://ambaringles.blogspot.com/2011/03/ti-amigo.html
http://perfectlalalie.blogspot.com/2011/03/eres.html
http://abouttanya.blogspot.com/2011/03/mis-seguidores.html

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It's time.

long since the world seems to have stopped, the rain ever louder against the glass, spilling their candy drops for lovers of the tears of a broken soul that haunts in solitude. Vale


collecting bottles and tears, and to drink it without further order time to let it go. Leaving aside the unattainable love, impossible dreams, the hopes and friendships off suddenly eaten into oblivion. Destiny is not written. It is time to remove the bandage from the eyes, look out the reality: It may be a face-scaffold to face with truths of the past with those feelings that you thought were ghosts, those who have disappeared only because the memories are just missing one day, but always keep your subconscious. Nobody said life would be easy, nobody said you were going to have to hold on to the lighthouse, so do not expect no obstacles.

Maybe your soul is corrupted so much evidence against: But it's time to be brave, to stop hiding behind masks. It is time to break that damn wall that isolates you from reality .