In that station-like white elephant-the bench under the sun seems my only shelter. From the gossips, who grew up decrying the actions of others.
I lean over the yellow line, crossing the border, I look to my left. Nothing.
My skin burned hard to follow the movements of my body and look for air refreshing.
Nothingness also right.
I spent hours last night and I expect that night is still.
To feel the noise gulls in the sky I do not know and recognize that whatever will save me.
's always me, for a moment I thought I sold, have succumbed to those who wanted me obedient and rugs.
I thought I would not be able to speak my truth, not being able to keep thoughts other than "those who must have": I had the fear that as a synecdoche, a part of it all became possible without of redemption.
But a break of any kind, there should be no matter who is the shame, the inability to get comfortable in bed or worse, set the your best friend and tell him the worst of lies.
The error is around the corner for the human being who experiments on his life and it is equally true that life itself is full of signals.
Like the alchemy of things, life and nature, it's all a sum in which no term can be canceled in favor or detriment of a second.
The wind blows and the life sapped of emotion consigning their greatness to Nature, the only temple of eternity.
Appearance on this beach, a new rain to dilute my thoughts ...
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