If I want to cry uncontrollably and I lose myself under control, but I cannot allow anyone to see my tears, I tilt your head back and pretend I never noticed the beauty of the ceiling of the room.
If a person is fighting for is relevant it will be successful,
if the same person is fighting for the eternal he has the chance to become immortal... always a Choice we make...
- You know what I need?
What?
- To have a man who loves me, cares for me and performs whims.
But you have this, it's me.
- Yes, of course... Thank you, DAD.
We forget. Umbrellas in the bus. My books on others ' shelves. The name of the first boy. Promises that don't want to do just a promise. To do homework. To say Hello with a neighbor. Small change in store. The phone that it is urgent to call. Resentment. To turn off the iron. To go after work to the store. Birthdays. To apologize. Poetry, which seems to be taught. That was going to be proud. To sum up the lashes. And we forget the words, forget that they never said.
LOVE! Yes, damn her to hell! no and that's it, not catch it... she's like a rainbow... many do not go to her, will not come, she is like a bird in the sky without killing not get caught, it is what comes by itself and nothing else, but she is not punctual!...