Friends
then time will show us all that just wanted to forget, so, so clearly it will not be recognized again by our clumsy impassioned vigor to the unthinkable. They will call you anyway, just to remind you that even they belong, which has not been possible to get rid of all the memories that together have worked in many different places, disown your behavior if not their own, since only they want you to be what you want. Your company is only valid when it is soaked in alcohol, because your money buys his drunkenness and at the same time what is known as happiness. Is so unruly their emotions to your love, is the bare self governing their words, everyone will be against you, and as the worst animal you will be disgusted by not sharing the same misfortune with which they view the world.
know that your views are different, you're not like the rest of bodies moving your outside, wandering looking for them do not know that, to them who think what they will not see it that is, to them they feel for others' experiences, to which others also marked the way to the vacuum aimed at their minds are predisposed.
Always think in the present, viewed from the possibility of absence of your flesh, from the words that now that vain silhouette with you and that you always want to hold your arms, focus your universe in one place, because when you expand too simple you can only cover the tracks of a ship in an endless sea.
Did you live by your name in the words of mouths of others or for everything that represents your feeling? The recognition only makes us strangers to ourselves, forget about everything except those for whom your true smallness but a man be so adorable.
Internal Murderer
Do you feel the wind rocking the leaves? Apparently, we're not clever enough to drink the rain clear mist that settles in our hearts. Our demons feed on birdseed and peck our eyes rolling. The chemical in my saliva is similar to the cigar night to illuminate the labyrinth where break rough skins, skins that vitiate my dreams. Habito your uterus weak, a victim of pique flaunt in my eyes and in the crow's beak nourished. The tunnel carries me your veins bleeds in spurts, not I can feel your heart beating in my head, your hands caressing fragile skin that is home to me ...
The darkness vanishes and I do not remember your name, my memory has it been the victim of the pallor of the sickle? Ah! Paradise! Death is death, God whispered it to me many times, he killed me.
Amen
saints prayed while I just watched my shoes walk by themselves, well, he said, why me god gives some new shoes? Why others gives them so much and I do not give away a pair of shoes?
Lord, tell me what is my sin, what Greed prevents you so much my comfort your purpose? Am I not your own child?
Humility has already worn my feet naked.
Amen also I can pray, remembrance the enjoyment of your silence consumed in the Cross, I have not killed, but I can if that's what you want. Not distinguish any color in the spot position, but I can paint my skin like your eyes.
know I can not run from my fears, I'm the one that dissolves widely in all directions, if your fingers do not bless me, oh, I can not live.
My name is Lazarus and I walked among the dead, the white sheet that covers me is too heavy to move the stone that prevents me from reaching into your open arms. The birds that fly through the sky touch your cheek and I'm just the hungry crow stops before your eyes.
Tempt me with your touch, my desert is too harsh and lonely, I need your arm stretched out my skin, Fill me with riches, but just want shoes.
The Swamp on which grips me so hard living that keeps me convince my secrets, I want the fast of the world on my hands I be the morass that grips the road illuminated by the color of perfection, Mr I want to be me, your only son died of cold and your only star off in your hands, I go to heaven shooting my new shoes.
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