Compter Case Led Replacement

They rolled the feelings of the floor like severed heads, bloody and torn by the sharp blade of the doubt. Martyred by the time the executioner of emotions, fell due to impotence. And with them died the hopes of hearing because shocked speechless lips and dried language of lovers.

feelings in that hell will weep quartered sulfur tears corrode the flesh of cowards. The gap is now open and the blood escapes in torrents.

own hands strangle The illusions in the name of fear and uncertainty. inert Heart Living waste pumped from a love insane and suicidal. schizophrenic madness that destroys both to will every beat.

We lose when we do not know what we want.

I drowned my footprints on the pavement, and my eyes were lost in the abyss.

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Balance Killing feelings

Let my wandering heart guide my steps, steps that led me miles away from my own life, distant horizons, to get away to meet again.

But rather than meet again, there in middle of nowhere is where I ended up getting lost altogether. I lost sight of my world, my problems, my joys, ... everything. I missed seeing how life works its way into the most precarious conditions imaginable. Cities

upright in the middle of nowhere, defying oblivion and fierce winds that lash its crumbling stone walls. Words that echo the story leaking to the sands of oblivion in the mouth of wise elders respected. Mountains of waste in a shared ground with bare feet and dirty faces innocent eyes. Smiles in the absence of the most basic amenities in our western, consumerist mentality.

And peek
in the eyes of these people I found strange but boredom or restlessness healthy curiosity, calm and happiness. By sharing your board my mouth found the most delicious food in a simple lentil soup. And at the same rate as the sugar would sweeten the bitter tea in the teapot, it would dilute my torment, I was getting rid of carrying heavy baggage behind me before this trip. Doubt, bitterness, sadness and longing as heavy as lead but derepente, became as volatile as the sand of the desert and disappeared with a single blow.

But though my eyes have learned to look from another side, that when I returned all fade like an oasis in the desert and the walls grow back around me. Because even though we are lucky, the loneliness that gives us our wealth pushes us back to the selfishness of "I" look in the navel to open our windows to the outside. Therefore, because we know we will return to our routines, our complaints and our cries, not bad from time to time a dip of humility and realize that the world exists, that the world suffers, and we're just a tiny grain of wind-blown sand.

"Because I realize I'm not from anywhere but all belong. I do not want to lose what I feel now, my words help me remember when my vision blurred carelessness "

PD. Here you can see the summary of emotions that still live in my retina a few days and finally back to my routines. This time a rather critical that is quite different from the texts to which I was accustomed ... I missed!