Back to the despair of not having erotic conversations morning make the usual cry returns. The non-healing wounds at close range. Remain open and bleeding lovely dreams. I remember her and smile, but as a disguise that engulfs me fabricate the giant wall that shields my sadness.
acknowledge that I have not cried enough. Still missing the tears of goodbye forever. Apologize to the universe to fall in love with the forbidden nectar is not in my plans. Kabbalistic incantations will draw the stars of midnight. Moon keep your eyes on the sun of my storms.
failed Divagaré by memories that are interrupted by beating disproportionate. Me is to see it. Mirror is the agony of my former happiness. Still do not understand how I came to idealize it, to see her as Goddess of nudity and desire. On one side of the side of life is she throwing winks to the other world and I am dazed and begging for alms from his love.
Fly with it or sleep in her lap were hoping to forget the kisses and I keep in my soul captive. I have given up the right. Not belong to me night and day. Involved in the undoing of calls by surprise and laughter of satisfaction. I'm not a good loser. How so? Attempts are just that.
I will say no more! I know your lips are wet here and we fail again in the vain attempt of forgetting ...
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