not want to change a single paragraph to memory.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Christmas Clever Slogan
Among my arms were so man you could mourn, scatters your childhood and away games, be yourself and others, all. Although behind the shutters had dark sleeping horses, leafless trees, never came the night when we lay, one, it was daylight, glowed orange and my soul, my soul.
nightfall only when I wanted, when fear stopped the caress of your hands on my thighs, I filled his mouth empty words. You were no longer, I knew, had his head split, confused names, appointments, you watch the chest filled twisted, sullen, I loved in haste, without kissing me, without spreading lavender flowers, no Mozart, in chains. 
wrecked in the darkness, our bodies are coupled as before and moaned, go yes, spread oil on my wounds but it was over and knew, discovered the ruins and the waves, birds in the clouds, look away, either you were and the date was red and hunger, searching the trunk, the oblique fatigue, gulls.
Sitting in the dark I guess, maybe a shadow on the wall, the wind that shakes the sheets after the gate, my hips anxious, clouds do not stop, a ravine to the south where the goats play, my arms outstretched in front of a bitter sea, the birds do not return to the garden, the turtle that yesterday we woke up, the old woman in her wicker chair, boats in the port, the buzzing noise in my head, missed it warm course, my schedule is añorarte now, you're lost, no maps, no return, the absence.
I will not change a single paragraph to memory.
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