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I have a new large window, haughty, cold, dark and rich women who do not have to struggle to feel at all. Is there doing nothing, devoting themselves to be beautiful for all to admire as she willing to have a garden view. Do not know likes to keep secrets or dirty, so he hides and waits in silence to lure visitors who come in with dirty shoes. He laughs at people who stamps with it is your hobby, besides upsetting your cat can not cross to bed in the room. However, sometimes it makes us think and masquerades as an umbrella so that we never rains on the head (at least literally). We clothes, cares, let the sun kiss your face when we should not sleep more.

And I sometimes go to bed at her, thinking it is not just a strange lady would not let me see the street or eavesdrop on your neighbors. I miss my gazebo and my sky blue, robin flirt who used to go to visit. I miss the old stories, the people who stayed there and I wonder if the new ever know how much I loved my old house and frameworks that served as the telescope for my lyrics. Anabel Casillas is dissipated in new roads where there are no more ghosts or purple flowers out of the vine.

Resignation. A laugh with the woman and her prints. Someday I will stick my whole face against it to get my nose deformed and all made fun of me. Other days will press the tube in the glass to my kisses are painted and my mom was very angry. A poet must feel, watching her mother, "I say seriously, I have to experience to write. I need to know, hitting, yelling to see if someone listening to the other side. Examine it, deepen it, gosling know if you smell like the rest of the house. Feel like children do to always remember that I am alive, strong, excited, so eager to write ...

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The new name would be my wings

yesterday while washing the car as a real macho, in the garb uglier than I found in my wardrobe and a pair of sandals that did not match at all, I thought of my womanhood and all the times I've been told that I could be a man. A sensitive man, quiet and so very strange ...

If I were a man probably call me Abel. Eyes would have much more green as my brothers and, as now, would have the curly hair, falling on his face. The truth is that I believe that I would be handsome, but never believe it altogether. Haunt me smell good, be clean shaven when I get a beard, spending time in the gym and cut my toenails. Definitely would alburero, say many rude and bad for football. Burp know and my friends make fun of what it would be hairy.

To me, women would mean everything. Princess look, but I delight in curves when they walk outside to observe. I like long hair and tiny waists, especially those that are marked with a belt. Then, I could probably recite or to Benedetti Neruda with the passion and the delirium that I've always wanted for me. I never understand and imagine the despair with menstrual pain, maybe even give me tenderness. The flowers wait in the rain, love to see them naked complex but above all I think it would be a complete fool who always break the heart and the horn would future ... Oh!

chubby I had put so much food, especially potatoes in all its presentations. Standard handle, I know parking. Known all-metal aircraft and dragons. I would walk always with bleary eyes, I sleep everywhere. Live fast, hysterical, looking for work ...

I think I look a lot like Pedro, or maybe it's that I want to be like him, bully, charming and wonderful ... My hero would be my dad (still) and would like to be a doctor but not would by ladybug (yet), but we will fight all the time (that does not change my processors). Would have a big dog, not a cat. My Uncle Fili and I would be more friends and go to night Army Wings Vikings. Would provide from the forehead as he does and say "For honor."

My love for the cartoons would not change, but it might be a fan of the Simpsons and Family Guy instead of Phineas and Ferb. Me scratches on the back but not my party as many men usually, I find it very distasteful. I mind being a gentleman, always pay the bill. I strive to not be a jerk, but I guarantee it would be man and they are often jerks.

And finally, do so many things, but I ended up deciding that I am a woman and grind. Can not imagine a world where I have to urinate standing up, although it would be easier and more convenient. In order continue carving wheels with a toothbrush to the surprise of neighbors. Yes, I'm female, I thought, but as I get obsessed dude ....