Monday, March 14, 2011

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The night .. . All happens to fall night.








The wind dance through the leaves of trees creating a beautiful melody, caressing the delicate flower petals as if the goose bumps of a naked woman. You feel calm and in the middle of a concert of natural sunlight disappears gradually. A cloak of darkness is covering the place. They breathe fresh, the essence of fall dormant and the awakening of a body that has waited for centuries wandering.
Open your eyes, feeling more alive than the same forest. The open ... Wake the world and becomes blind love.
begins to move, stretch your muscles one by one. Is incorporated slowly raises his arms and his back is taking female forms. Yawn ... Love all around it. Feeling full and happy. Endless flashing light on his chest. Is in complete harmony with her and everything that surrounds it. His body finally experiencing feelings that had been dormant. It is free, free to be mistress of her skin.
Sigh ... Breathe fresh air puffs and exhaled amounts of madness and desire.
Admire your body, feels full. His fingers tangled in her long hair. Bend your neck and feel ... Feel the leaves falling from his shoulders. Look at the sky and smiles. Understands that it is time to emerge.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Neutralizing Acid In My Throat

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My first (or second, but the former was an act of affirmation, this too is truth). Others are caught drunkenness of their lives, are cast to walk, get to the edge of existence: they are ways to symbolize their status changes over time, or are just strange desire to regenerate. Nothing changed, it is true. Clac made, like a stapler in my ear, two seconds or maybe just one. A sharp pain, brief and sterile. Enlarged nose momentarily by the fumes of alcohol. That's it, lady. Do you have a new hole in your body. Transferred.


is true that with every passing second is trivialized, and ultimately far more real, more profound or authentic was only that microsecond-time portion is over, is over-low to taste, to taste pain. Clac , like a stapler. Grampante.


'll remember forever, however. Be "my hole" memorial. The occasion deserves. That's why you can not get another hole in time. Each must have its time, the glut would only be en su trivialización. No puede ser trivial traspasarte el cuerpo.