This sadness that has no root, shadow or echo in the mountains, words are born. Stubborn, deaf, dumb ... loving feelings are superfluous suffering. Today I am sad, yes ... infinite sadness ... those which are not calculated because they seem to be endless ... Of those that start the vertebrae one by one, and use them to make a necklace or a xylophone. Sadness that bleeds, and bleeds slowly ... Sadness has no origin, reason ... perhaps created by the absence beginning to be felt when the leaves of offshore stained sidewalks. Or maybe created by being around people, laughter ... hugs ... and do not have time to find heartbreaking loneliness alone against a cliff. I do not know, just know I'm sad and at times (like now) I feel like sinking my face in her hands white and cold, and lie to mourn inconsolably, as if no time had passed and still be a girl. I also feel like running and hug my grandmother, and curl up in the folds of his Bluz ... and here a small tip root of the problem: it is not, and will not be more, neither she nor her perfume, or color your Bluz or large, soft hands. And now I feel even sadder. And I mourn, I untie the knots I made in my throat, but I do not, because I know it is fleeting ... And that morning when you wake, you may recall with smiles the small state of depression, caused perhaps because a cricket did not sing.
Yes, well, that will be tomorrow. Now is now and I have to solve this bipolarity that cross my feelings. Could it be the uncertainty, the environment and the cowardice, the cause of this? Will the joys of home that have not bloomed this summer? Will the moon last night was naked and full? Will the soap opera that generates my imagination not think that I have no guts to cum, hold you and say I love you just for me?
Today I am sad and I can not calm this sinking sea of \u200b\u200bsmiles in the inexplicable.
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