In a class or between classes rather Poke and I decided to make the following year, gave me a sheet and told me you write what comes to mind ... and I did, then turned the page and let you see the last line I wrote, after that he wrote something ... I then folded the sheet revealing the last row, and so on. He left and I begin following:
In other corners the Beatles talk about shaking hands or Darius
speaking of persecution are not final
be inconsistency or bad luck, others say
kisses sighs turned into
too long waiting in the air, landing all this,
I would say that while in other places it's hands,
styles, kisses, sighs
here tries to help
get drops to remove the redness in our eyes
who were scolded by the joint.
That's demonstration of love, friendship and even solidarity.
your breath But that is something difficult, something impossible to find.
I did not come to ask for a break or a flag, I'm here asking
light.
I am a dune in the middle of the afternoon browsing.
I am your feet,
crumbling before the water.
'm the maelstrom of symbols,
swallowing them and impunity
depraved mind.
I and I walked into an alley full of shadows.
walls and I want us to swallow ... I and I walked among tile dead, as dead as
my heels ...
And I wanted like an idiot, I knew I was untouchable as if the earth
cold numb feet I
like you can not take away the disappointment
and make me look
imagine that at least talk of love again
what say you?, Is not is the time that matters?
"will relapse?, And if we fall where do we go?
Where we fall?
where do we never did?
I'm tired of treading air ride miserable.
I'm just tired. I'm just.
has become the stupid feeling of vertigo,
from the brink of something that never had a
or soil, which had only edges. I do not belong
here, I'm not writing all these cliches,
I am not responsible for the ink to spill.
Flight varckai. I need a hand in my hand ...
At least that I believe.
be fragile we are only thinking of other eyes and other hands,
and stronger if we understand the world,
where along with other hands, the importance of love at the same time.
may be the fear that we move
or it may be your presence.
Today I can not recognize or my nails or your empty.
You do not know what my steps are rotten,
how well you've invented all these names I feel so good,
all those names that I fall from his hands. I was dying
stubbornness gave us burning.
I begin to fade from light mirrors
tear and return to dance with my hair smelling snuff. Giro
the smoke that covers you throw your soul as to what I never could be.
I'm still here, frozen by the breath of your lips, smile
petrified at the cove I pupils.
I stay here because I have nowhere else to go ...
I stay here because I have forgotten our steps.
However, walk by my memory,
you broke my world when I miss you
and shape if you show up. You
presence of youth,
I cling to your high memory, your infinite ways
from time to time, burst on me.
