Saturday, March 5, 2011

Woman Sitting On My Abdomen



always
dreamed. More than a destination, much more than just a passenger on the calendar. He treasured the wealth of experiences more crystalline stacked recess in its report that projected in size quixotic. He could never understand it completely.
What was a whole different under incandescent lights lined streets and a friendly tone overwhelming? Illusion perhaps.


and accidentally found there. Surrounded by unique moments. Of those that most human beings pursuing without success or break for life. Simple Photo fictional episodes. Minutes to embrace in early morning sunrises solitary or utter disappointment.
walked absorbed ... Filled with experiences that never saw so close. They had to do with himself. With their fears, their shortcomings, their present and hated blockades.
spoke of dark corners lit. Yesterday bared like the most ardent and longing for their lovers. Colored racing future natural watercolor great avenues.
laughter just burst through landscapes of endless joy. Babbling his best poems entangled in a paradise of letters. Piece only danced his best with his eyes. Loved. Especially loved. And felt the love in your search also came in so many places, unique and unforgettable.
was not fired. Only one route to accomplish. From time to nurture with such an air of freedom assumed she had found one of its corners in the world. He promised to return. As these eternal promises that men do not ever meet. That only fuels the hope and face whatever comes with a touch of happiness settled in time.
To hold on to something better. The perfect excuse to advance the ideal of a conformist mold already know. And we'll keep looking until there is no battle to fight time and ...


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