Cortázar
He continues: "You look at me, at me closely, more closely and then we play the Cyclops, we looked increasingly close and eyes get larger, they approach each other, overlap and the cyclops look, breathing confusion, their mouths are and struggle in gentle warmth, biting his lips, barely holding their tongues on their teeth, playing in corners where air is heavy and comes with an old perfume and a silence ... ". It leaves me a text and disarmed and the many contained in the book.
Awakening from a dream, like I had, is hated because I was enjoying and what I notice, he also liked my best friend who is brilliant and looks desperate, begging for a caress or a thousand. But neither can nor should be.
not usually remember dreams when they spent a few minutes, however, this dream with the Asian teenager, I usually agree even several days after they have been diluted and forgotten, reborn again and she, the girl sensual asked me to kiss her so he knows what is to kiss an angel from the land of the Rising Sun and it can describe. Sometimes I get to the end and I wake up or about to overflow overflow and in this case, it is inevitable and only a slight touch of the tip of my finger through the mouth, open pleading, asking me to cherish, that rubs me alubión comes and I feel comforted because Kyoto Girl I want.
's great desire and great need. She is always the reference, the horizon where I stand and recognize it as it was when we, the millions of kisses and orgasms were those three days and four nights together, near the sea, where the bay is reflected to bathe in the waves . She is the one that appears in dreams disguised as an angel of East ... and makes me feel alive and strong to fight for the love of myself, because as the mother said that I have no, the way in which you want, I want.
should be a thing of this winter but I tire of so much rain, so many tears from the stars, so much crying the sky. Perhaps the poor of the Universe is unlimited space so sick of dryness in the souls of men and sent us plenty of water so distributed among the millions who hunger and thirst for righteousness and bread with cheese or rice or with a little milk, or a little honey, or a little ... tender and light in the eyes of those who are blind.
The lamp is hoping that the lights dim and because the mouth is black as night, but no. Stay well. Think of yourself. Think about who you are and what you've become. The lamp is a good partner and I talk and listen and sometimes even discussed. Luckily no longer drink, because when he drank, the lamp became my damn enemy and moving and moving and made me mad, because the more I drank, the more I rocked her and cried, still, still I say , daughter of your mother and the light comes and goes and comes one day I said: this bitch is moved to warn that drinking does not suit me, and holy hand, stop drinking and everything was a stand still. Sounds damn doorbell.
no crutches or anything, on one leg, I wonder who came up and without having looked through the hole before glass.
- I'm Yolanda Aguirre. Abel wonder Is it you? - Yes, ma'am, I am Abel.
opened the door and for a moment thought to be specific and clear cut, pick up the envelope was left to bring me and to come away with a fresh breeze to effectively carry out its role as Secretary to Senior Management ... he left to lick the ass of the Lord and his colleagues Director Senior Management of the Great Company that represents ... But thought better of it and sent it to pass.
A penetrating perfume and a wave of elegance and style, I got caught in a cloud of strawberry, cotton candy similar to selling at fairs and festivals in the small town north, where I was born.
What's that smell paradise? 
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