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friendship, time and silence.

Amiga, do not ask you come back. Better not read (equisdé).

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I do not know if writing. I've tried several times throughout this time, but the truth is that writing is a little nudity, and nudity means a lot stay calm, my most coveted quiet. I have afraid to tell the strange, sometimes really wanted to undo it all in recent times and the world returns to its rhythmic mode, that mode for which we are indeed perfect and functional. The way in which I had made and unmade to care for her, which had gone only ways to chat. A rhythmic way of living, where we could not lose anything because there was nothing to lose.

I know, "time" I often say. And it's true, time and silence is the cost of a genuine peace, as vk, with whom time, silence, and much effort on your part to make me mad have facilitated my absolute compression. The realization that dig into the past is not much that we are happy so that she was much, but can not always be, and vice versa.

time and silence. Tactics should be smarter, and secure the more complicated tactics with each line break, a tactic that I honestly do not know if it will work someday. In any case there is another thing called patience. So I hope the greatest person, I hope everything happens, and everything flows like time and space in a diffuse, being friends will say ... With time and silence, of course.

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But come on, smile!. (Another equisdé)

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For the man of the future:

And here we are my buddies and I, with more animal than human, with hair on the skin and a huge sex. With wars constant, instinct and uncertainty. In times of peace it deserves. With encouragement abrasive, oxidizing agent, which boils on contact with the wind. A being in full swing, right hand, no future. We are the conflict that precedes every movement. We are creating the seed of a tree unknown.

not our circumstances as we thought the Russians, but simple monkeys camouflaged by technique and ephemeral success, the wick is consumed before winning the powder to gain prominence. Schizophrenic bare our souls to the world to die without remedy, the fool who should be locked up and killed us the wisdom guide to the beat of nonsense.

... and could not be happy that at this time.

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libido.

words that can be shouted to the stomach

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We met again You thought of getting back to me.

I got you, do not know what I learned.

to mourn no tears

not to believe in dreams

not wrap myself in your kiss, your touch or

because they are all lies

And I take off my clothes

and I entered your body

and gathering the souls, your body and mine

is wrapped in libido

finished your dream

to be the owner of me

Start your hell

your prize to what learned

not ever want to see him

hatred in my soul stands

with a gun in his hand does not know I'll do.

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the monster.

I gave too much confidence, too much attention, too affection. And, yes, it's true: I created a monster. A monster that has a life that pleases him, but not full. So feel free to look, to satisfy his thirst at my expense. Feels entitled to control my actions, my feelings, with the right to claim any detail. Need inexorably have your life and mine as well. Attempt to deliver each time. The last time I tried it and ended up hating me a panic attack gave him a thousand explanations more. And with it has come to feel that I belong and it has subsided. I love him, so I do not like to hate me, but it's so selfish, like a real irrational not realize that I have the right to a life too, my own peace, my happiness ... To feel free, since that is what I choose. I consume. now my happiness is not next to this monster, or any other order to be Machiavellian, perhaps no other being in general.

you ever leave me happy and feed on me?

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página122.

And now you read, now I can publish it?

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"How I wished that Jacob Black had been my brother! One of flesh and blood brother, so that might have some claim on him and me free of any remorse. God knew that he had never sought to take advantage of Jacob, but I could not help thinking that the guilt I felt at that time meant that he had.

More Moreover, he had never had any intention of loving him. There was one thing he knew for certain, I knew in the stomach and into the marrow of their bones, knew it from head to foot, I knew in the depths of my empty chest ... Love gives others the power to destroy.

I had broken beyond all hope.

But I needed to Jacob, I need like a drug, he had used as a crutch for too long, and was now more engaged than he had planned to be back with anyone. Not bear the thought of hurting and could not stop it. He thought the time and patience I would change, and I knew that, though it was a total mistake, I would stop trying.

was my best friend. Would always love him, but that would never be enough. "

(New Moon, p.122-123)

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it's over. again.

Yes, symbolically I'm finishing. Once, and forever.

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short story.

This is the short story of two girls, rampant desires of madness without a why.

She sat on the couch, with the cold metiéndosele slowly through the skin: it was night. I watched quietly, listening to his words that tried to make the most everyday situation. It was not. We were alone, more alone than we should have been. Sipped his coffee and looked at me with those dark eyes that always gave me fear. Then he knew. He knew what I thought and wanted. You left your coffee on one side, closed his eyes and sat quietly on the couch to wait, perhaps rendered. Yes, it would. I watched beside her eager body, I withdrew gently and surreptitiously pads that separated us and went without fear to the enjoyment of his lips.

Moments later I was in it, breathed her unusual perfume and I resigned myself to those moments, those feelings, to a flood of words and songs. Touched and pressed her arms, her waist, her legs ... I went up to his neck and whisper heard to stop, it stops. I hugged her, I hugged her tightly and kissed her as far as I kiss her. It all happened very fast and also slow. And at that moment, that , I loved her too.

- You know this is crazy, no? It makes no sense.

- Yes, I know. Maybe we only need to love ...

- Moral?

- Hahaha ... Love, silly, love.

- Ah ...

- And yes, perhaps also moral.

Rummage the sheets, took my hand and kiss me again.