study has escaped my mind in the past. Caressing
old memories, moments that seem like a life that was not mía.Como these faded sepia photographs that hide in the dusty attics familiares.Imágenes that guide your thoughts to a story, anecdote, and some players who maybe another long formed a pillar of your life, but today you do not raise anything.
While trying to remember words and gestures to evoke the emotions that you provided, but does not think past puedes.Entonces hugs and kisses, but no breath out of your mouth. With some trepidation you resort to the shadow of tears and lies, you put one hand on your heart, hoping to catch a complaintto, but this does not come. Worried that you can start thinking you're dead, you approach the mirror and despair, a suicidal unearth false loves and betrayals, while women watch this in front of you, with a sharp angular face and , clavándote that look that only reflects ... indifference.
And then smile, explode in laughter, you kiss your own lips, and salt running into the garden to lie down on the frozen grass and give Gracias.Por everything you are, for all that has meaning for all people has passed through your life, all that remains in it, for those who come, and then finally desaparecerán.Y, almost afraid to give them thank your bridesmaids for that gift you got curious sa
