hojas_secas @ 2006-09-04T20: 30:00
I do not give more. No more than I have to stay forever with the words stuck in my throat on with them, because lately that the hardest step, whenever it becomes more difficult to express what I feel, it makes the secrecy becomes increasingly deeper .
I feel that everything is circular, my life is a cycle where events revolve, and then go back, hopefully it was like a spiral ...
I would laugh a lot. Lie on the grass watching the clouds move. Talking nonsense with them. Back to dream beautiful horizons. Enjoy the scent of flowers and see all rosy. Wake up one morning without having to think much.
But I have cold hands and a pile of notes stacked.
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