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The day you left ... Dias

San Juan, the night of the fire, the good wishes for the cycle starts with the shortest night of the year ... magical night and festive opening its doors in the summer heat waiting, eager to enter into our lives once more.

But this year there was no fire to jump, or laughter at a beach, has not even been joy. This year marked forever, the summer solstice day as the day you left ...

Stairs of time without respite,
and takes us away from you today.
At the edge of the eyes have the heart,
and chest tears pain.

... but we are not sad today ...

For though the time you draw on your cheeks,
and experience has been sitting on your hands,
now you're so beautiful,
as twenty.

In the eyes of your husband,
has been perfect wife,
the best mother to your children,
and your grandchildren a wonderful grandmother.

... and we are not sad today ...

Because the sun wanted to paint your lashes asleep. Because
not wanted that tears drenched our eyes.
Because thanks to you we are,
today with joy in the lips will say
YOU WANT, YOU SOON.

For my grandmother, with all the love in the world, on 06/24/2009 let us forever.

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There are days that go from one mood to another in the short space of time is two seconds.

Days when you wake up with the sweetness of a good sleep even in the painted lips and joy in their eyes. Walk with your head high, flowing hair and seems to have forgotten in the pocket of the jeans you wore yesterday, problems, doubts and mixed feelings.

happy And while wasteful, unexpectedly, your saliva becomes bitter and burns your throat swallowing. Bitterness that never comes alone, it is always the hand of anger, sadness or helplessness.

A bitterness that comes through the ears, in words that do not want to be heard. Or take the opportunity to slip through your eyes, fixing your eyes on the look you did not want to see. Even, sometimes, can come from the hands of a caress your skin poisoning.

wasted many endorphins that good for nothing, the deluded optimism. Everything becomes dark again, like yesterday, as usual. And the knot in the stomach is reaffirmed and doubts grow back like spears through you heart. And rid your pupils feel while aspire more than ever that cigar smoke that, like the bitterness, it kills you inside. Shaking hands, your steps calándote disoriented and cold in the bones to thirty degrees in the shade. I'm just

shoes woman walking barefoot along the cornices of the time, knowing that the ground floor may collapse at any moment. When I lost the symmetry of myself and my feelings?

... it's too While inside, not for the rain ...

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Y el mundo se le cayó encima… notó el peso de la incertidumbre acomodandose en su espalda, agarrotando cada uno de sus músculos. Cambió los latidos de su corazón por el dolor punzante de una maraña de doubts in the chest. He had trouble breathing, and of course, could not think clearly. Nor weep ... was not crying. He lay like a wrist worn dry eyes, watching the dreams of two different pillows.

never been brave, the world needed the approval and blessing of the gods to direct your life. did not want to hurt anyone , would have been divided into smaller pieces to meet the expectations of others, so to make happy to each person who cared. Per or could not be divided and now, inevitably, someone should leave the table, ruined, with shattered heart in my pocket and lost the game.

When questioned about how he's come to this, with the strength that only she knew inflicted, got no response. Sincerity is the largest of the defects in lips, exposing the vulnerability to all of his being, revealing feelings uncertain at inopportune moments.

had planned to disappear, banished from their lives striding in the opposite direction. But they were avid readers of his wink, his flight avoided whenever that idea is reflected in his eyes .

His life was lurching like a drunk walking down a narrow alley after three bottles of cheap whiskey . untenable situation, the rooted bitterness in his eyes glittering showing themselves in their circles marked. Butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach to signal the way forward, dead of uncertainty. There

Desojo daisies on her head so that the florists were suffering from shortages and the Romeos in love, in the absence of such a precious flower, had decided to plead their Juliets without further delay. Even Juliet had decided to trample on protocols to take charge and open, the enemy, his heart.

DECIDE ... hated that word, hated having to decide between the salad and spaghetti carbonara, including a comedy or a drama on film, between herself and her view from eyes of others.

Sincerity again to play a trick, its real problem is exposed before his eyes, unable to decide, unable to decide between ...

THEY , its two halves, one the complement of the other. Both a whole separate half.

" ... the 3 of hearts is cheating ..."

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inordinately long for your presence tonight. Hanging on the lips a gasping sigh damping in the distance, your senses and mine.

I tattoo every inch of your skin on my body, a touch of your eager hands outlawed.

nudity I want each of my pores, leaving you in the footsteps of your mouth wet. Traces to draw the way back to my bed, again and again overnight as eternal as the desire to corrupt my soul.

My nipples hardened crown these breasts willing to be conquered and imprisoned by your hands. My legs open, conspiring with my anxieties, surrender at the mere imagination of a rush in your body.

I welcome your sex in my gut, sitting on you, clinging to your back. Mimic the rolling waves to feel inside through my body, drowning out the passion in the nectar that flows from our desire.

dream of you I wish I could quit when I'm sleeping to feel in my being awake and in your sight, give myself up.