Breath, cold. White.
Feather like touch.
I miss you so much.
Cold
Empty green park
Benches and leaves on the ground
Rip the skin
Muscles and flesh
Red
Colour, break
Touch the soul
Madness
Reach, loose
Fall on a thorn
Scream!
Feel…
No tears
Swirl
Fall.
-Waiting for an unstoppable force-
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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4 Gente dice...:
Algún día voy a ponerme a escribir sobre el uso de tus palabras, porque lo admiro mucho.
Almost there cuz!
Sigamos respirando... muy profundo...
Breath [...]
I miss you so much.
Cold [...]
Muscles and flesh [...]
Touch the soul [...]
Feel...
Fall.
-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-
Don't you miss the warmth?
Do you want to lose the cold?
Feel the soul, and not the fall.
= )
-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-+o+-
Feather like touch [...]
Rip the skin [...]
Scream! [...]
(but)No tears.
With affection: Chriss
Guín eres lo máximo quiero un hijo tuyo!!! jajajajaja es broma
Snap! (imagina un golpe en la cabeza) sope.. jeje ;)
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