lunes, 21 de junio de 2010

Déjame tranquilo

"Never any lover is perfect. Nor has the adequate smile. Not always says the sweet word. Sometimes, doesn't even know how to make love. But the magic of the moment plays its blues very well. There are days when I crumble like the shadow of a ruined widow. I live the danger of bitting my gums, of remembering that I am just badly wounded. And you know? How I desire a cigarette that burns in ten years, to drink my life in little sips as if it was a cuba. And I come back to you who has seen me with the the rheuma of those nights. Don't pay to know how your puberty went away with those bluses, at the end you are always going to hate them. Don't follow me, don't tempt me, don't ask me to undress you. No."

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