Wild Thornberry Wildlife

Oblivion leans to me and is silent. I had no choice but to open the door and beg comfort. Drastic
your method of self-love, silly, cynical, childish. We are no longer
for bull nor sarcasm. Or at least I'm not. Why did you say in silence what could you tell me your ear?

Now is the time to be silent. It is not easy to find words, and born to me, they do so without force and with the wind.

Gone is the train that took us to target, the two. You
dismissal at the station, and I wish you a nice trip. To other arms, other kisses ... to other moons and dawns ...
I embrace you with his eyes because the illusion that I was overwhelmed and inspired this time was the glory of thy name, and today is the sigh of a gull migrates. You
dismissal with nostalgia but smiling. It was time to cut the umbilical cord about me linking to your echo.

climb on the train and walk away. Your shadow will slowly blurring leaving a soft twilight of summer following your steps ... In the following platform
hope mine. I take my backpack and my books, I have to trova and the guerrillas in song, the pen and the sweetness of the kisses that I expect.

is made at night with calm and clarity is becoming sarcastic laugh of the night. All that one day we went, it becomes that no longer make ...

How To Relieve Pressure

is time to seek new air. Visiting exotic
roads may lead me to find old memories.
Or not. Focus
life away ...
need to grab my backpack and take flight;
to all or to nowhere.
need to spread my wings and fly
throw me off the ground memories, to live
away from this confusion
eternal.
To live in freedom.

Groping In Crowded Trains

Silence.
My room is calm and clear ... My fingers tremble when writing, as yesterday, as usual. Today
prefer silence and caution. Learning to think with your head.
From time are, Galeano says, his mouth, his feet.
And although I do not understand the vicious circle of the game, I will not dive into the spiral. I do not think you once again ... at the conclusion of these letters. Dismissal your presence until who knows when.
moon will know if you ever come back ... know the night if my arms will be happy to embrace.
silence and I will know that we were wrong, as often as we bet a new beginning.
prefer playing, and I have a head that bet.

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D ecid to risk everything, I waited in a bar, and running awkwardly ran to find the shadow of yesterday ... Were the cause and result of my tears recurrent and persistent ... I did mourn. Fully nailed a dagger in my self ... brutally murdered respect Drop I caressed her, and go let me go.
And what fault I have, if I can not forget pride?.
My love, says Silvio, is a sun on for who deserves love ... Do not ever become the shadow of a plain love ... coat my kisses will never be a memory ... Make no mistake that does not manage my time
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now write to the beat of a song by Ismael, suggesting that he sings one of Silvio ... and the sweet melody firing the wreckage.

Up here I come, sir .. Now wait another ship.