Today I opened the window and found a desert. I have cactus and snakes, and all those things they say the books required by the ecosystem. Although I have also lions and alebrijes, gnomes, stars, intermittent rain blue sand, fine, and all that stuff that requires my imagination. But I must say I do not know where it appeared so dry and so I'm going to miss you all the blame, it entirely, this instant desolation that only he knows who loves fury poet romantic. You're going to deny it, I know. But do we gain by pretending you do not have time in the matter when we both know that this desert is as much yours as mine are your hands.
Okay, I admit I can not stop the curiosity that makes me know how you did not, like many times to me with his mouth open and safe but I know you gave it to me for him to pull out some profit. For example, I can imagine how rich we would sell it on television screens outside deserts, surprise your loved ones with a detail that will never forget. Even if you want, we could start with a promotion "Take a brand new desert with the collection of the nation's largest scorpions "or" Call now and get a reversible desert tundra ready to become the day you decide. "Just think of all the places that we go with the money you win: Chile, Paris , Bahamas, Peru flames ...
Some evenings, when they think about it, I get tired and depressed as I tend to cut the new baobabs, sometimes I tell myself that things are not so bad, not everyone can live surprise dawn with a different view in the window of his room. Maybe I could get used to my new landscape or write poems on the sand between your feet and fists, may after all not a great tragedy heat and help me lose weight. And ultimately, I do not think enough of these sunsets that you strive to leave me before fleeing these arms like a brazen.
What does surprise me a bit is that despite everything you forgot one detail: it is cold in the desert and do not see myself using pretty sweater, is this part of your evil plan? Do not accumulated enough loneliness, I'll have to wrap myself. Also forgot for a moment, I look at you like your nose up close and I run from you because I want to catch them, invariably, to follow me through my fictional escapes to play you do not want and then, in the when you least expect us merge with eternity, touch, whispers, laughs are not today.
You know I can not tell the curls if you're not near me. One day he recited poetry and the next I found your company abandoned in the dunes of this immensity that smells of your absence.
- How's that? "
you would wonder" It's a lingering smell of almonds that have stuck in the neck, I would say that more than I want, I can not remove from my hair. You
surely smile in thinking that what I do to say something as corny and I take away the look thinking I do not know, so sorry and nothing else. You see, I spend my days draw me predictable situations in the absence of reliable facts, hoping that if I close the window you want back my park, my source, my blue sky to write ...
I say goodbye because I can not do more, if you want to be so: you new horizons , me memories and sand. I closed the window and I have another surprise for some time now the poets have ceased to praise ...
Okay, I admit I can not stop the curiosity that makes me know how you did not, like many times to me with his mouth open and safe but I know you gave it to me for him to pull out some profit. For example, I can imagine how rich we would sell it on television screens outside deserts, surprise your loved ones with a detail that will never forget. Even if you want, we could start with a promotion "Take a brand new desert with the collection of the nation's largest scorpions "or" Call now and get a reversible desert tundra ready to become the day you decide. "Just think of all the places that we go with the money you win: Chile, Paris , Bahamas, Peru flames ...
Some evenings, when they think about it, I get tired and depressed as I tend to cut the new baobabs, sometimes I tell myself that things are not so bad, not everyone can live surprise dawn with a different view in the window of his room. Maybe I could get used to my new landscape or write poems on the sand between your feet and fists, may after all not a great tragedy heat and help me lose weight. And ultimately, I do not think enough of these sunsets that you strive to leave me before fleeing these arms like a brazen.
What does surprise me a bit is that despite everything you forgot one detail: it is cold in the desert and do not see myself using pretty sweater, is this part of your evil plan? Do not accumulated enough loneliness, I'll have to wrap myself. Also forgot for a moment, I look at you like your nose up close and I run from you because I want to catch them, invariably, to follow me through my fictional escapes to play you do not want and then, in the when you least expect us merge with eternity, touch, whispers, laughs are not today.
You know I can not tell the curls if you're not near me. One day he recited poetry and the next I found your company abandoned in the dunes of this immensity that smells of your absence.
- How's that? "
you would wonder" It's a lingering smell of almonds that have stuck in the neck, I would say that more than I want, I can not remove from my hair. You
surely smile in thinking that what I do to say something as corny and I take away the look thinking I do not know, so sorry and nothing else. You see, I spend my days draw me predictable situations in the absence of reliable facts, hoping that if I close the window you want back my park, my source, my blue sky to write ...
I say goodbye because I can not do more, if you want to be so: you new horizons , me memories and sand. I closed the window and I have another surprise for some time now the poets have ceased to praise ...
Anabel.
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