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?
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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