rains.
rains hard .. always strong when it rains.
I have not heard a light water .. it always came hard. For some time is strong.
I take your shirt .. to feel for him .. maybe you hear something that will stop this water that makes me angry and scared.
turn on the light .. .. I took a little while ago in one of those Chinese shops ..
made me laugh ... and then I got it. If I look it seems that the snow turns even stronger in the lamp .. so I try to sleep.
I miss you.
I'm asking you to hug me .. every day .. every moment of the day .. ..
Sometimes I feel .. sometimes I cry and I can not.
I want to cry too and I do it alone. I know .. I know that I can not share ..
seems to me to be selfish .. weight to give to others who do not deserve.
deserve I .. why is the pain of my loss. Not them.
Lorenzo follows me like a brother came from far away and had forgotten about me ..
but I can not cry about .. I can not.
slide behind the door just closed in the evening ... .. sometimes less sometimes do not even have the time .. sometimes for hours, I'm leaning more and something in his hand.
of you as I made an altar for the dead.
Why is mourning.
again ... in mourning.
Sometimes a move quickly and angrily threw it on the ground ..
sometimes when someone is hiding him ..
sometimes the system and it seems that we lack a flower ..
In the words of God honest truth .. I SEE .. welcome ..
and the reality is that we of all this we have done a lot and we knocked down ..
where others will not see .. where others will never understand the hard work I do ... the pain inside me .. fear and terror.
And the love that I held.
Incoherence.
then I say that was not my fault ... so I'm even worse.
listen to live music every now and then paste photographs .. .. I write stories that I keep locked up.
new liquor taste .. I think the flavors are erasers in the past.
I read .. I read a lot .. .. I talk and talk forever ..
Alone with interesting people .. .. .. idiot with people with crazy people and beautiful.
Alone I often speak to me ... .. I say things are going well-type ..- ... ..- or enough is enough .. .. cocentrati thrown back down the program! - ..
I can not remember .. I can not afford it.
it hurts to know that there is all this love for me and not get there with a rope with either hand .. .. .. neither eyes nor voice or mouth.
I cuddle with soft clothes I buy them ... .. yellow .. green colored emerald ..
listening melodies and poignant .. to pay and giving me a way out ..
I can not hold anything ... I love you so ... helping me to throw the evil within.
I hope for your happiness more .. because you are not happy.
I have dreamed of just once since that morning .. .. and you tell me .. Did the Peruvian
mesh ... and you told me I ... I'm not happy ...
I took her face in her hands, but I went in with my fingers and I was afraid ..
and I woke up.
It was 3:44 ... who knows who was born at that moment ...
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