Monday, January 22, 2007

I see you l

I see you in the distance, I confuse with the clear sky and the light to you that your glance adorns. I do not understand, I feel to you, but I do not see you, you are here, nevertheless so far.
The dusk arrives, sometimes shut up, the sky vanishes, growing dark slowly, the stars shine under the moon, and to only I decide me you. Without words treatment to say what I feel you, the emptiness is appropriated speaking. I am strange to you, I see you, I dream to you, I create to live in a world where the possibilities do not have limits.
To remove you from my head is impossible to me, to remember you confuses to me. It enchants to me when you shut up, you encourage to me when you smile, I lose myself before the possibility of being next to you, single by verte of distant spot.
My complaints remain in a sea of confusions, my soul in the dark, what serious love sufficient to cover my wounds, to calm my pains, to remove me from the so deep hole in which I follow catched, without but company that the pain and my tears, of the walls to which I become attached to me when the consolation escapes to me, when I do not have the hope to raise to me again.
But I see you again, that you are smiling, that already I know it, I know that there will be no more dismissed this you see.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Is by You

Once I thought that she was single, that I had to walk on an incessant dusk, to happen through those nightmares of which I cannot even be freed,and to watch me to the mirror every single day to see reflected in her the good thing that it was of me.

But my hopes were extinguished again, creating disturbances as opposed to my sadness, falling without being able to raise to me. I am like I am, light that rarely time got ligthplaying gropingly with the dark, soul that pays its sentence, a done life single to support the load.

When my sadness was born, single somebody deigned to see it, but since then to a little weak state. In fact she was the only person who could include/understand to me, or perhaps partly. Its stay in my head connected my fears, but I see is simple and very deep for me. Often I think that it would have to change what I am, to treat him fine, is fragile glass, that I take and my being.

A different world that I have it with you, for love to you all along. God blessed to me when it brought you to my life, had never known something like, my thought more and more is become attached to you, and I cannot avoid it.

How many they have been the moments at which I have wanted to disappear, not to return to know of me, die to me in my own hell, but something says to me that it is not worth the trouble.

To be without you, is to want to live without air, is like striking to the wind or wanting to him to shout to him to anybody. To be without you, although I can no longer I want, because you are in my life the best thing than I have. All this that I feel, dwarf, is by you.

Saturday, January 13, 2007


Disquieting pain penetrates in the deep thing, Stopping my breathing suddenly, the dark brings closer when rising the moon, Not more than deceptive solitude. Smoothly the dream I am called on my face, Doing to me to lose the conscience, the thoughts crowd around itself in an restlessness sea, the words leave me out of breath, single has left to close the eyes, before the reality on which I am living a lie. The traps encamp around to me, Single collection fallen Angels, not but who miseries. Nightmares torment my soul, until when I will have to continue supporting? My forces are exhausted, I do not create to be the sufficiently strong thing to follow in the same. The options every time are less, Less and less is the light, the dark welcomes to me and the light locks up to me.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

No more about me

slowly, leaving everything, I do not want to think about my. There are people who surround to me, but nonencounter very variant things since I exist. The pain and the happiness are not different things, not in my world. With time I have learned of the others, some of which they have done to me hard by means of its weaknesses. Sometimes I reprimand myself being. I believe that I am not anybody for anybody and often I have wanted to regret to me to try to be it. There are things that I do not create to reach, the doubt and the anguish each invades my head you see that they want to try things that go outside my, I cannot escape of my same one. I cross the memories that are moved away, still the sadness accompanies to me and to think that algun day was born my happiness, but nobody wanted to see it and for that reason it died, also I was the guilty because I did not want to show it. Sigh when remembering things that a day I had now and do not exist.