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Here comes the sun.

And we all woke up once in a gray day, one of those days where the tears run down your cheeks flushed, mixed with saliva on your lips quivering, and you do not understand what your soul has darkened why let the tears escape.
are days when you stay anchored, just because you can not even fight.


But that's when fate takes a truce with the present. The second is moving the minute hand with its slow rhythm, and time, almost imperceptibly. But time does not stop just because you feel that everything has stopped in a dark sky day y niebla en el horizonte.
Y no necesitas más que unos pocos días y algunas más noches para pulir de nuevo las ganas de vivir. Sube a las nubes, sólo trata de dar el salto, mira alrededor, quizá alguien te este esperando.
Y es que todos despertamos alguna vez en un día gris. Pero créeme, que encontrando la mirada adecuada, aquella que te derrite el corazón en un segundo, que hace que tu sonrisa se vuelva loca y se esboce sin quererlo, es mucho más fácil aprender a bailar bajo toda esa lluvia.

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Renacer. Dear lonely

A look.

A smile.


He held out his hand.


A hug.
A sigh.


And my heart is free from frost, again beating.

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say love to hate is just one step. I think this is because both feelings are so strong that the line to pass this next. However, your memories jump that line constantly. Could shout at them again to lock, but do not care, if I have the strength anymore.



For you overcame cowardice, for you tried to be strong. And you were you who threw in the towel, my desire to fight collapsing, burying them so deep in my heart that I do not know as search again. Because I'm trying, I'm trying to be happy again , tired, broken heart, but gathering courage to stand again. But you're always there, pulling me back to clay, and I do not know what to do to forget.


But just because I do not want to put more obstacles in the way, even if you do not want. I'll take that stupid trunk with all our history , and I will leave there in the past, where you never have to move. Lock the lock with his own key, nothing back out to haunt me. Focus on the present, look to the future.

you know? I hate challenges. But be happy again is one that from the beginning should have tried to achieve.

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End:

Maybe someone can hear you, but there is nobody left with time to talk. Something hurts inside you, right? is loneliness, which corrupts you.

Thousands of times you've been Interceptor problem, but when it happens to not the same, the advice you gave is a mass of empty words, because no one can ease this torment.


Look the horizon, that memory was ever present. It hurts to run into laughter that was once happy, but now you crave bitter past. You could try to return to yesterday, but you know that even backwards, you'll be late to your destination.


You do not want to do that is something unresolved or that your agony will not go away ever. It's just knowing that all that time steals, injures and tracks that you always marked, even though one day you feel invisible. Wait and see how tired your soul reacts to these injuries, it may be able to sew on his mantle, assimilate and conceal the heart, not to tear the feelings, to be endurable pain. Or perhaps those wounds destroy your life, which consume forgotten candle, and let all your interior in small portions of anything.


Someday, come another reason to live, and go your ways in parallel, but not remixed anymore. That does not suit you because you love that still burns the insides do not hesitate to flare up again. And now you have to do is let your heart starts to feel from scratch. Right now, I think it pulls the soul with an icy grip of helplessness, but we must face the sad reality, you can not always hide behind a curtain of fog, because however much damage you life, find warmth in dark thoughts will only corrupt you to a point where you will not be able to feel anything you would not be more than a lost soul who comforts of nostalgia.


But back now tonight, where even the timid stars want to free your loneliness. Think about it, in the past, that past in the present you wanted a different, perhaps without many scars, no late-night conversations with the devastation.


And the silence surrounds you, inviting you to mourn. Try to stay away from that, so they promised you'd try to hold on to deal with it all without crying. More tempted to let your feelings drifting is too easy, and no witnesses will blame you what happened tonight, which is reflected in your eyes so dark the night sky as your hopes seem to be.


I do not know, mate. Maybe you should start remembering what it was like to live, they say that is something you do not forget, for a long time to mourn your heart to stay. Maybe you should try life without him.


Someday you looked all this and smile, thinking that at last you got it. For now, dry those tears from his eyes daring, and try to smile, albeit with regret.


So, if everything I've written this, my dear, lonely soul, are the latest news of your heart, here I am, an inveterate insomniac who does not know where to turn . Maybe someone can hear me, but it is not anyone with time to talk. Something hurt inside me, I think it's the loneliness that corrupted me ...

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Waiting for the dawn. Gradually

And I'm tired of always being me.

This midnight when no one sees me, I will return to the past, and I'm going to kidnap those summer nights, cloudless sky. I'll get up early for once, to see the sunrise, isolated from the world, and a melancholy smile for no reason. Let the sun soak my face, while a timid blue bathing in the morning. I'll close my eyes and dream that I am free, I have no concerns that I have not even my heart strings. Forget for a moment, of who I am and start my life from scratch, as if it never existed, as if you only knew this, and that full feeling that occupies my mind with a sweet lie.

This midnight when no one sees me, I smile as I've ever done. And most importantly, what will I do without help .

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It seems that today, a small scar is closed. Acceptance is gaining ground, but it's just a battle. Who knows if someday I'll finish this war feelings, which are allied with those precious memories, and intend to bomb my soul, perhaps hoping to fill my life with a melancholy which I can not cope.