All these accidents that happen, follow the dot, coincidence makes sense only with you, you don't have to speak, I feel emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency, how beautiful to be, state of emergency is where I want to be.

jueves, 16 de agosto de 2007

Nudité de la verité I







Ni llorar a moco tendido de la rabia.
A veces odio ser mujer.


Me cago en el éclat que hace un rato me conmovía.

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