A being so silent,
reeves,
his life,
Absorbed from his own life.

It weaves wonders,
soft,
that will shake,
that dazzled.

Pure skin

The hand, the fingers,
they just rub,
the faithful texture,
warm and alive

The silk of your ***,
the warmth of your neck,
your body......
silk.

Magnificent fabric
True fabric.
As a kiss promised.

Pure silk.

What name will you have?
when you redo ...
will you be hungry?

After the wall,
the grass burns,
and the weather blows.

When you can,
Take your dreams,
to walk on the sand.

Your shadow in my hand,
it came on the lips,
and the night that vanished.

We would play to find where,
just for breathing,
Sliding through the windows.

I still feel your aroma,
the joy,
the laughts.

waiting for the right place and time,
there are no longer carousels.

The day shines
In the eyes of love
As a deep lake.

In the horizons of life,
life oozes,
complete,
and hot.

Even in death the Sun shines,
As never before,
As usual,
How it should be.

The girl with the hat looks at me,
sideways.

As it happens,
How did I go?

We are looking for carousels,
We look for walls,
We search,
Something that lets us stay.

The peace of the night is disturbed,
the day,
the days,
they fall off and fall.

The mists play with memories,
my eyes are troubled,
the muscle tenses up ......

We are alive!!

I see in the distance,
I cross it,
dense,
heavy,
and long

I'm still here,
and it's not a miracle,
just stubbornness,
and ignorance.

I celebrate
and I give thanks.

To your origins
to your vital marks,
for your face that understands me.
I give myself ...

And they come to look at me mute,
hard,
contents

I know I'm alive,
I touch me ... ..and here I am!
I feel in my hip,
the heat of my skin,


I am, I am, I am!
 

And the lack of a mattress,
and light are friends,
still cold floor is my friend,
the door is my companion,
I am your friend.

Who do the walls put out?

It is important to know where it is outside,
to know if I am inside.

Who is there?

Caress your waist,
is to feel the wheat,
golden,
tender
mature

Is Like to look around the field,
see the swallows cut the air,
in invisible thrusts ...
under the sun.

Caress your waist is summer!

Feel the turgid seeds,
ready,
throbbing,
full of life.

Your sparkling waist!

It is feeling the warm tremor,
almost tremolo,
of you,
of your being.

Your waist in my hands .....
and the walls do not matter,
nor the streets,
nor the stairs.

I would fly with you ......
clinging to your waist

Today Chewing has become almost philosophical.

The silence is total,
except for the boots,
walking down the hall,
no sound is mine

they do not leave me
they come
and inside I crunch
even silence is not the death of sound.

 

It's cold,
much,
to the bone,
Take me off, take away ......

First grade physics:
the cold does not exist,
it's just a transfer fee ...
but ****
I am cold.

I have lost weight?

I do not know,
does it matter?

... ..I do not even have the belt to measure it.

There is no mirror,
no reflections ...
I do not look at me.

I feel so light!