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I make a question,

I have a doubt and is straightforward:

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When the day ends and we commend exhausted at night,

at home when everyone is back to the privacy of your room and your being with oneself,

and you stay alone

when the light fades increasingly striving to give the same light,

and cold fill the gaps, even those who seek to invisible in your sheets;

when silence reigns

and vertigo in the future (immediate: tomorrow's media: the infinite whole);

when between projects and organizational roles and you surprise yourself yawning,

presentís and the imminent victory of both eyelids asleep,

leading you forced the world of dreams.

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So

ask you,

because I have a doubt and is straightforward:

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Do not feel

cold while waiting for you between the sheets tucked around you and gets you into body

gray sensation, as bitter as the presence of an absence?

Do not you come and win some

that my feet warm by means overlook timid to yours, taking courage to approach, eager to overlap and finally cradled until they too fall asleep?

Do not consider it a miracle

be close enough for someone who loves you so much that it would be cold as an iceberg

just to give you all the heat?

Would not receive as a gift

meaningless proposal to flee for a few hours of the end of the world together to embark on a trip to paradise, without risks or adverse effects, transient but true?

aliviría you not

feel 2 kiss your tired eyelids afflicted by taking away their position and return it beautiful?

(and if you believe not beautiful should see you asleep).

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How would you feel

if this woman you love clothes, you see, you want good night, and you says he will stay around just to take care to monitor your sleep is going smoothly, so close that your dream is your dream, do not be scared, you do not shake?

What would

whether as a dove

shrinks on itself bringing her back to your chest, your leg to your legs, your face on your face, like inviting you to become one with it forgetting the world, embracing?

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Now Night Queen,

not think in the morning.

I make a question,

because I have this doubt and is straightforward:

Would you let me stay with you tonight,

until dawn?

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On winter nights Unnamed

Estimate:

I approach you from the deepest of humility, not give him more encouragement than what has always been theirs. Not intending to interrupt their daily tasks and responsibilities add to the already acquired. I understand that I can understand now why I have owned it, but please still take a few minutes of your precious time to truly understand what it's made my universe. To dive in my words and my thoughts and become one with them. To not go back (because I want to be near me always) turn around and knowing the way he has done in the dark to reach the depths and the depths of my heart.

Because I do not know if you know, but my heart is an unusual place. Although not noticed he has played hide and seek with you for a while. Believe me, I explained, as I explained to myself, that children had been left behind and we, him my hand and I in your company, we have grown. I tried tirelessly to understand the separation between game and reality, between our reality and the rest, but chose to play yet understood. And I tired to explain without being understood I decided to host it on my chest accepting as it had decided to be. When you started playing with him, running around like kids at recess or singing or laughing or understood as fellow bank that provided the squad or pen and ink and start the relationship pure and genuine history My heart and his (also gamer children, also rebel) understood that they wanted to love themselves. You inadvertently learned once and for all my language, deciphered my world. So every night when in bed and thought I could not sleep in their eyes and hands my heart leaped as consenting, as if asking permission to open the door to his and let them stay to live together. And now I do not know if your heart is mine and mine in yours, because knowing that would understand the miracle of being with him (and if anything characterizes the miracles is not understanding them. But no would be a miracle), but for some device that does not seek to understand, somehow I know that two things happen at once: my heart and yours are on each other so stop being ourselves. My heart is you in the deepest sense, understand? If something was missing to make it happen was the statement, so, made the statement "it only remains to look after him and keep playing.

That's not all, of course. Because I know, or believe know-that you do not know all the elements juxtaposed and diverse combination being my complex but simple feeling of love. So complex compound. Simple as accurate.

I hand here and now all the dice and give kisses, that even before birth or after completing the task assigned to them belong. Every kiss that unites us and brings us closer gives me more reason to love him, because every kiss multiply geometrically the desire to keep kissing (that is, if I kiss you want two, if you want to give it two four, if you give it four eight and so on). Everything in his kisses is good. All kisses are worth it. The impending vertigo. The infinite condensate development. And then the calm of the waves that are removed following the outbreak in the open sky, the silence of the immense. So they are wrapped with tulle and gold ribbon, in the hope that endorse my meaning. Because all I have is ours. Because when we kiss, I'm saying that I love.

Along with all that I attach other things I want to give because I know you the want. Since I first saw him ringing the bell of my door, literally, that September afternoon, I ordered on the shelves back memories, moments when the world perished I rescued them and gave them a place in a side so as not to feel unprotected (without knowing it, even without knowing that those first have the meanings are.) So many that I do not take them myself, because of its weight and size, and therefore sent them through text, I hope not take it as an insult. Principle include anxiety, nerves to see and feel about the calculation of its intentions that first afternoon of spring that he wanted it to last forever. His first call and my first call, their expectations and mine, my wishes and yours. Fears that I want. Are that afternoon at Palermo where she kissed me and I decided I wanted to continue giving it to me all my life. Include in case, the risks have missed you so much. Are the days of coffee, study, games. Each surprise that I gave and I gave each surprise. The sea. College. The common spaces built. There are movie nights, dinner, pampering morning. Have to the parenthesis that was not. Is the wake many nights because I had nightmares and panic that hugging for no return. It is the view just open my eyes, and power to illuminate his face all day. Containing the past, present and future. It's our history. So I give it to you but I'll take me, because the most precious thing that is ours is still not being yours or mine or ours. And share it gives us an excuse to stay together. It walked but especially as walking.

I do not want you to be unaware that every word I write, say or think has the perfume of his name on his back. And although the texts do not see the light and never will each letter is that mode of being superior and eternal love entails. So I give her my words which, though not the best gift is almost all I have. Because I want to give everything I am. Because, you know, I do not care to run out of anything while you continue to have. Because being with you has turned my life in the best sense. For although the world is what we measure in terms of three months or four or five, for me ours is infinite and eternal.

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This feeling has its own name

To you, my love, everything I am and everything I feel.


Although you do not know it and I did not tell you when you fall asleep you stay with a piece of my life. It is look like we were fixed linking yours to mine, and after closing the eyes abducted something from me, to retain what was received and hid it behind your eyelids protecting asleep. So my wishes are struggling to recover because even recognize what is proper is but a moral responsibility must be disarmed before something stronger and immense that invades only when I look at you in your boat. Choose running out to change anything if you stay with me. Once you're a prisoner of the dreams and night I can only hope to wake you to recover what belongs to me but since you know you belong to you even more. And then to not get sad, sad to lose him like a kitten orphan - when you open your eyes I'll take what I give you mine but ours as ours is better because it is both and is tailor made you look and smile. And if you do not say nothing but good day and it slowly is because I have fear of breaking the spell. All this is true even if you do not know it and I did not tell you about it.

Although you do not know and I do not understand the nights we find separate sleep with you even if you have at hand. Are not your arms is their absence that embraces me. Are not your kisses is your memory that wakes me up in the morning. I do not know how or why but you are to where you're not. Not born one night when we separated and I miss you. And the day dawns half, for half or incomplete, each time I find myself without you with me. That's why I called from my bed where the day just because I want to tell you about as transparent as possible to that line that divides the world of the abyss, I stayed awake. I look out and frame your number. I hear you and me out of fear. Short and cross the portal took me quiet because every word I said, every kiss that you put invisible wings to arrive on time and destination. I could not let go even if I wanted to give me everything since I met you. It's more than you think it is. You're both. All this happens even if you do not know it and I do not understand.

Although you do not see it all and I see it all scares me every time I love you more. Sometimes I can not sleep looking for the formula for eternal times when we're together. I try to find the exact word, that tells you everything I feel. You do not need to say or think, I know that they are neither accurate nor ideal. I know that there is no term that is because there is no term in the fit so much meaning. But still I try. Because even if you do not see it all and I see it all scares me every time I love you more.

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Removing Phlegm From Baby

In my no-sleep

"I Fear Nothing But interruption, and That Came Too Soon"

(Jane Eyre)

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insomnia I know this is fact or lights or anxiety or existential questions without obvious answers. My insomnia only mine that tonight seems to be the day it is waiting and memories and pictures, chalk color is what I want to rebuild so as not to lose like smoke or wind, but mostly it's what I want summon to hear me and come back. Do not want to close my eyes because I want to be wide awake to be the first one you see when you find your way back. Is air. Air is transparent but dense I feel in the silence of my room as soon as sensed in the depths of my bed, I conclude that I am the I have inside because I only exhale and only I'll take it. My favorite so far insomnia take your name if you hide it and take my fears but he denies. Grows daily. As I write, but have forgotten how it was done-colored butterflies enter the monitor clogging the quiet calm of one who awaits something that is nothing but changing it is and my heart rate while causing a furious wave of desire to see you. My challenge to the butterflies stop sign but want to stay. The sounds are silent but the wave grows.

This insomnia is different from yesterday because it is clearer and stronger, I bet that over the sleepless nights it will be more and more. And if you always thought that I was inconsistent today I affirm that my relentless quest to stop time becomes a meaningless while defoliation timing and discounting transit days, crossing many gaps to get closer to the number with meaning. Living upside down or negative. I confess that I do not understand this, but my insomnia speaks to me and tells me I wait.

A friend said the vigil took the form of who lived in their dreams, I just want to come back to this world of mine seriously. So long fed my love dreams that I have now afraid to be his ally, you're one of them. So my transgression, my no-sleep and disclosure imposed suddenly and without remedy this is a manifesto against the unreality: I want to forward to the moment you see and lets kiss us, and help me break the touch and look around As between us.

My insomnia is languishing but not extinguished, as fire is still alive. Sooner or will not stay asleep, and will continue unknown to this haze in hopes of one day less breath to your breath. I always knew that goodbyes were not mine but ours was the nicest I had, I do want more reunion. And if it is true that as Siri said love requires a certain separation respectful to perpetuate, ours is a statement of principles. I just hope you're right ...

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Note1: Thanks for being my friend will live and help to without knowing it.