Saying something like this ...
"... Maybe I heaped a lot of stories to write and let in just the first half I started, I do not know more than I know and despair hinunda to know what it is, who you are and who fusite here with me. What you now that I'm not with you. And the situation around me claustrophobic decorated internally with endless questions and statements to make, I'd rather go to dinner and walk away to return later remade and eclipsarte with my blessed indifference. I do not know why you seek, if is for pleasure or is it vice. I do not know why you seek, do not know why you always find half. (...)"
This is a ghost world. I tell you, I have not even seen it happen.
activity was more tranquil, much more than I had imagined. Everything around me is whispering, touching slide down the eager minds and give away their lust night wrapped in white plastic. Diluted between your hands and all you've played, which I never touched me.
I disconnect the alarm clock and I say "tomorrow".
is my little input:)