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Sometimes.

Sorry, I left the blog unattended for a few days. I promise to keep updating and retrieving the pace right away:)
For now, I leave you with a Draft of a few weeks ago still had not gone ...

suppose there are times when we can touch the sky, being able to hug him, to steal a kiss. But we all know that being dragged underground, that the time tearing your soul, it is much easier. There are times when tears do not know where to slide, there are times that I am bipolar, I'm dying to sleep under your eyes, yet, afraid I have to, because if you go, I'll never sleep peacefully.


there when I feel that my life turned on by a thread, others are rising wingless for the simple thrill to feel the touch of your skin. Sometimes, my life, I feel that anything that can feel real that I complicate the gestures, and show you you're my world does not work with simple kisses. And I apologize for not being able to give you more than my time. Therefore, I propose to close our eyes and pretend that we are not material, we are not bodies. Do not lock ourselves behind the skin. Let's be simple hearts ejecting feeling that hearts are touched without touching or words. Hearts that know how to be more open about his attraction which opposite poles of a magnet that our souls are subjected.

Sometimes I see my tracks soon too intertwined with yours, there when I want to get rid of my being and be just wind to touch and caress my hands do not know, to pass between your lips and mingle with your breath. Sometimes, my life, I fear for the reasons, one that keeps me sane in spite of everything, and also the reason why I wake up every day, that is why I smile. Sometimes, my life, I fear for you. Because everything is so limited that I can give you, with all my heart I want to offer ...

Sometimes

my life ... Sometimes you have to strip off the skin, and leave the soul caress our "I love you" as only the soul knows how to play what is not tangible.

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And that is the girl who descends into a drop of rain that tells you this ... Words

rest on the night stand years ago that nobody looks at a stack of books with stories of princesses who know from birth that their mutual love going to look for, stories about children who fly with Peter Pan without wings, sad girls, his face streaked with tears, just realizing that life is the greatest thing that could happen.


The world is tired of hearing stories so surreal, that no tears wet the last page, one in which it says "The End". People cover their ears when someone has found love, someone to love, he feels anger and helplessness against the feelings, and envy that are from other good news. Most people live full of memories that only call when they want, in principle, long for times when things were going well, but in reality do nothing but hurt themselves.

is difficult, unfortunately, difficult to sort through our deep hearts and find what so wake up and think it's worth wasting the time of day. Surviving is not living, and people can not see the difference. Them loses his way, and do not know how to handle the pole. We always have concerns that there is something in our being vacant, and fill the small fragment that remains in the soul is that, the living life as it gives us, but we only enlarge as we try to make it disappear. With how easy it is to lie down on a lawn of freshly cut grass, admiring the sky now seems to have been painted by a child who did not want to think about how to combine, to reflect the reason for laughter, and baring your soul, let go of body, which only serves to condition our demonstrations of affection.

And I'm not best placed to tell you this, but you have to whisper to the sky are going to get you under her nightgown, you will steal their purity and their desire to always be there, holding the sun the stars, moon and blue so clean that you can not have envy for your eyes .