Tenting Left Hemidiaphragm

Platonic Love me laugh

me laugh in your absence
where I can love you more

need you when you're not and not be forgotten that under no

neglect can be separated from your essence.

When you get lost in the distance and give
steps back
alba guess again and uttered a sigh

while I tell you make me laugh in the cold!
and not erase any day.

Days
you lived individuals as never
're on top, at the tip
and I am a prisoner, a slave
bravo make me laugh when
and stay here with me.

tension between gibberish and feel my kisses, caresses;
not swerve from the mischief
still have plenty left over
please take each delight and make me laugh
passion.

That word like love
outgrow your arms
between your lap and breathe fresh
where the pressure of a hug
overcome the evil and the fate
making me laugh in your heat.

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Burning

Road in the sun, traces of ash. No! I can not imagine, I'm in a reality that I can not take easily, just know I like being there. I do not know if you're the big star or one of the angels are flying through it, rotate without defined faction, some others see me ignore me, yet they make their way after looking at me straight in the eye. Not all are equal, the flames do not affect me and why? Despite seeing burning throughout and noted that the horizon is much broader than I'm used to sitting in front of the ripples that touched my feet looking toward the sea.

I demand more! Then you're satisfied with what you have, it is never concrete and I do not care, it's simple, and I'm not interested. I still leave traces of ash, not to tarnish slowly I do not want to make a path, I want the brightness of the whole make moan the stars and afraid for their deficiency. The burning does not affect me, since you mentioned it, I can feel my skin, the palms of my hands tattooed with your aura, glowing look injured and I wish to remain so, I just want to remember the joy when I see children in their first steps without direction, but with enthusiasm to have the gift of drawing a path with his feet.

"You're drunk ... - You'll say ... and? If I am or not truth is not hidden, never taught me to lower myself, I did it once to try to obfuscate, evade, and have cast doubt on my behalf to the beings who love to have you believe, but just as any item was discarded which becomes obsolete and that you yourself have launched without having appreciated its spiritual value. I would like one that could take me flying over loaded and behold the glory and grace that are less dense at the level at which persist, carbon dioxide and does not hurt me because it's your breath that kept alive the ecosystem .

Try looking from a distance ... The ball avenue, infinite color lights that move without stopping, your cornea can stand ... I located my there? I doubt it. Rather, I am sure can not see me, come a little more and try to discern as the way, slowly, more and burn traces the steps that I've quit, come closer now you can see my face looking forward and who does not want anything to lose direction and without distraction to maintain its routine, knowing that there is a punishment, regardless of the time, assessing my life and even more walking yours.

When you have predefined what comes later will notice as I lift my face and my eyes come together with yours, the brightness of the two fuel the round, do not panic, the splendor cover the universe. Opaque colors die, did you notice that your retina and your mind that you dream, forget the rest. Do not be at my side, you're inside of me.

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footsteps around me ... Stubborn

(This picture if it is mine ...)

Fresh air, vegetation full of hope, with good color hue, light passing through each corner and just hide the evil, shadows can be little distinguish and ignore many because they really can not make any harm. High humidity leaves fall from trees, logs cylinder belonging to quite high, but thin, almost terse in its crust, solid and weak, but that ecosystem decorated with brown and moss imbued with life.

Rocío shone crystallized droplets settled on any surface, plants whose ramifications were not extensive and chlorophyll featured prominently in his work.

Bird sounds jerky and suddenly the little walk, filled with harmony as a wave that comes from further away and takes over, so that you can see its way slowly from the horizon the opposite. They move their wings, drop a dawn that makes you smile, full of happiness and can close your eyes, I cover higher purity oxygen in the entire diaphragm and spreads in the most cryptic of your anatomy.

Woman's voice, sensual, passive harmonic calls me ... I turn to all sides, try to get a human figure, not him, then I sing, I was quiet, his desire not to be seen, want to listen, I feel, lying stone that does not bother me. Break ... It is a troubadour with his romantic composition, shows a dark dawn, wrapped with the lack of light my eyes tired and I'm hugging my chest, whispering one I love you, I kiss your forehead and sleep in the temperature your essence.

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Undercity

Perspiration not forget, just vodka. I drink to forget, I drink to remember it was a mistake all this happened I will never forget that mark, I still, I feel like a psychopath who, after having committed the murder of the most irrational is haunted by souls full of vengeance.


dark I see people around me, watching me, myself and only rant I guess just as with your eyes touch me please know that smile, I know that I appreciate. I envision dealing with issues like I want to relate in depth "deference" to "animal appetites" in my view ... inconsistent.

Maybe the bottle last night fighting with me, maybe I beat against the wall to punish me for damages I have not gotten to commit. My blood stained the night at the moment when overlooked with ethyl ate without fear, not rejected him, handcuffed me with great force.

"His skin was glorious, he repeated at every moment ...

Soul decayed into a tailspin in a white limbo, immune affliction with every breath he passed me on upward spiral, reaching a point where the air was so hot I could not touch me not to feel the heat when burned every pore. Consciousness round, empty, had nothing to pronounce because it was prophesied that there was no remedy.

- Leave me alone! - Screamed with scruples, my voice was not limited to any tone, I wanted stunned, you wanted to burst the ear and kneel impotence and if she put up just go crazy, there was the plea because he was recalcitrant. Barrier objectivity and overshadowed any feelings abounded. Is it bad or good? How stupid now get existential.

came when he was sober, a disc jockey playing with the harmonics of me transforming to noise was crazy and made me feel good when they saw the bright eyes, defined eyebrows, lips that gave me the greatest pleasures and left to describe, I'm morbid, it's cruel, I like it. I become amenable to its charm, I stopped being tasteless, I'm a masochist ...

Deceive me, love me ...

return!