It hits my temple.

Your eyes look at me from the floor. I feel a shot on the chest, right through my heart. I am glad when we part, when they silence. I feed them in the morning and I feel a slightly hate toward them. They stole so mucho of you, and you had so much of me. Now I'm incomplete. How I am supposed to live with a missing piece?

I sit trying to meet the moment. When is it? How will I now? They just come and talk. Your eyes. Come, and talk. How can I live with that?

I do not support loving you this much.





Bueno. Solo un entretenimiento para el rato. Solo venía a avisar que todo, todo; todito todo, todo, todito todo todo todo, toditititititititito todo lo que empieza tiene que acabar. Que la lluvia está lavando todo, desde polvo en los recuerdos hasta migajas de pan en entre los pliegues del pasado.

Si no leyeron el post pasado, es hora de que lo hagan o pasen directamente a acá.

Por favor, apoyen. Sean chidos buena onda.