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What will walk by now ...

* photo of my bedside table light in

What will walk by now. Weaving lies with the same hands with that runs through the skin of another. Modifying the lines of mine with your permanent absence. Appearing without that I can calculate it, turning depreciating the world and more and more my self-esteem. Leaving a sour taste in my mouth without touching or even if any ever played.

pareciéndote unknowingly'll be Dorian Gray (and some told me that summer night was your favorite book, but always suspected it was an exaggeration to captivate me.) Letting the time the smell permeates your back. Allowing you to invent an image so different from yourself, so comfortable, so normal, so your feigned functional structures. Hiding in your uniform to show no scars. Closing his eyes to look at your dead. Saving people's lives without noticing that you're losing yours. Thinking you eternal. Living without me.

will spend the days feeling happy or just different. You will not remember or my face or my name or my longings and sleeping even share with you life. You will look forward. Playing another round. Making strategies. Vowing to win again. Knowing that ultimately you're the only one who loses, and nothing less than time. Standing still while you against rust flowers. Sitting at the whim and not seated in love. Millimeter by millimeter plundering the confidence of her body and material existence so many others ignore. Forgetting.

And I trying to draw illusions where gaps and chasms. Testing the bland taste of chosen solitude. Trying to do something with all this love that has no owner but will always be a bit yours. By becoming a piece of paper with a heart so you can feel (you told me yourself that no longer had and there was nothing in place). Giving me another reason to surf the oceans as or deeper than yours. Remembering without malice or recored. Wondering who will walk by now.

Pd. Can anyone explain to me how after more than two years, so many men and many sins conceived and given birth, I still think of him? Another nostalgic February 14.