Letter To Cancel A Car My Place

icos of Camile and pianist Teleny, cruzificados for their love, and cruzificado author himself. and finally, below, to Emil Sinclair whose story I released it under a sunny day. in my place paint cans full or empty parade, watercolors, pencils of all kinds. a wooden boat with initial marking piceles contains thousands of used and worn. million shares always Irrigated sorted, stored, dumped. thousands of drawings that only a few have seen, by accident, by invitation or accident. pictures of things that did not return. tears on the pillow and moans and kisses and the memory of your head resting. savannas first love in return. in a drawer, box mixup with foam-rubber balls everywhere, thousands of records, a box of condoms

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I suppose so, perhaps: (
afraid I have become a time bomb to explode in tears: /
feel very sad to think that we can no longer do many things that only couples can do
I have fear, even if you My friend, the days have not seen you eh.
I can not see many things without thinking of you, I feel nostalgia
awake in my bed and I wonder how, "you'll be well on your bed?
you be sad well? that go through your head?'ll be thinking about the day's sales today or tomorrow?
Or you'll be thinking a little about me? do you think will be easy?
it chooses you, before choosing what tomore, visit for yourself, rather than for others, and this well.
but because I was right in thinking that I had no place. I mourn and weep, but nothing hivas to do: /
nose might happen next. just do not want to tell you, the days not seen you eh.

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Than you lose by not giving the time ... This cuerpesito

waiting to be kissed, touched, caressed, for every inch of it
From these lips, they want the touch of your own
From the most intimate and sensitive part of my body, awaits the arrival of yours
of every hair that does not have my head
smelled the aroma of my chest that awaits you with affection, to give rest
From each of my fingers to hug you, touch you and you feel
Of these bare feet to walk on the sand next to yours
In this laugh that provoke me to make me smile
Of the stories you told me and I did not know where
dragged them out of my eternal and faithful company to which no land are more than tears to mourn

That and more you lose, and that you want: (

Total, are happy without those things.