Parker and setback. Memory
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Does Singapore Sell Crest White Strips?
Manifesto
Today declares that he loves you because oléis wood, because you have undermined body
gap through which rivers flow and come to break the glass of sleep. The words are yours
and are your hands and fear that they hold. And are your names and grief that leads inside the blood. 
your landscape are stored in the look and has planted in front of the house,
the sea, avocados, and those sunrises your landscape are stored in the look and has planted in front of the house, hiding in the kitchen and teaches
sometimes only to those you love.
sometimes only to those you love.
Elsa López
A Parker still counteracts the dam will not continue. The days pass green, yellow, her head black thread weaves, seethes with desire dragonflies, butterflies on long swaying stems of gladioli, with frogs croaking on the edge of summer. But not always.
I know, trying to find solace call Marie, drunk on loneliness, hurt, wrapped in warm gauze of indifference, with twisted wires of fear, not knowing the reality of love taking broken, sunken, already lost in the mire of time, so long. No questions, no blame, Marie welcomes between comprehensive arms, firm, warm, more maternal than lovers, drawing a fine line not to cross. 
retreats and says there continues to be mitigated his anger but not thirst, desire unfulfilled, is sought in the tender and that's the end hurt, frustrated, incomplete, weak, absent.
Marie ordered
jam jars, metal cans and biscuits, chocolate, Colombian coffee separates it from Venezuela, weeding in the garden, plant gladiolus, paint the door frame, water geraniums, is based on the rake with a lovely gesture, pointing out the hip boots weed root, remove the old furniture moth, winds the pendulum clock, telephone ring, invites you to dig, offers a plate of ham, can not stop still while Parker says and says his woe, his confusion, his acceptance no setback and she listens, nods, understands, feels, cries with him, sorry, friend, tells him to urinate before you travel, you waving goodbye from closed door and shut the door ...
rains and Parker is not happy, is afraid of the word oblivion, and again walking down the aisle of an empty house the absence of wind around corners solitude of winter, is responsible for the no, not all of the rules of the game, the mask smiles, office jester, the twist tie, that you write about him without his consent, for failing to control their fragile emotions, gently stretch the thin sheets of repentance and ending business as usual, take the green pill to sleep and tomorrow will be Thursday.
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