The Rogue Leather Bodice

I will take your hand, lost in the street walk, sail on our minds filled with black and white images, you sadness will guide us. Cross the world with the guidance of his shadow, always present, always ethereal. The more cars that overwhelm us memories, hobbies in your skin narrow, wind corners to give us kisses, passion does not overflow because your stunned gaze melancholy. Each whereabouts

hope the time comes and no sign of life nor the distance we see a reflection of our hands to guide lost souls. At the stations wait for the winter, it reminds us of the creation of life on you, me, intact as it sounds for two, we like the first time, with nothing in mind, just waiting.

If you tell lies is because my lips have desecrated your secrets and years of waiting have been left hanging in the twilight of your dwelling, that scoundrel of the early morning we look and we gave our goodbyes. The smile had been wrapped in napkins for dinner, we never think to use it, pity it would have been the best medicine for a short corner to create a happy Sunday. Every breath

wasted ran with hope in our backs, there was nothing to foreshadow the absence of your eyes, that shine alone and dying, there was nothing to foreshadow the events that later would. Some point we said the whole life, that so many nights wrapped in grief, there was nothing else.

Loaded with so much human misery, the days are dead and with it the desire to cherish the breath of wind power embed a word, the joy of our life is not found because I need the little forgotten, save the desire to go, let's stay in silence, dies in the room, widowed with sadness, we must freeze in this winter wild, consider the expected summer to get out, give good value.

oblivion not allow me to do commercial work, let our souls the gifts wrapped in hand-out, dry your eyes so much misery, you conquer melancholy, I hope, someday I hope you said ... but this absence is eternal, your sorrow now is mine, I hope to get used, it would be less if you're worth.

May From Pokemon Has Boobs

I wish I had an opportunity

I wish I had a chance, accept a time or place, perhaps a space, perhaps a story committed to your life expectancy. In your life project reserves a place for me, is the right place to travel with you, I go with you, let me, I pray with all my heart, I'll put an illusion on your photos, extract the best from the air around you, Spray your perfume smelling just a fiber bathe my skin, give me your eyes correspondence, years of not seeing us deliver them, the years of hope in the seat of my studies return them.

my disappearance may seem true, it is the imagination who approaches you in the evenings to teach travel appears accompanying me, but you were not. I bring pulled so many times I call you Mary. I bring the tip to not make a fuss, I do because no one wants to, he pushed me, I leaned, I lie, I bundle up your child at the thought of seeing you again, I'm content with that.

Mute, mute, blank, and seeing a flower in your hand, I bet the craziest idea of \u200b\u200bknowing when and what were the locations where the rip off, I need to know a vague idea, but one, that you can root of the past lost, absorbed surprise to know that your truth, la mirada vacía de unos años robados, fugados y enmascarados por ti, cuándo y en qué momento te perdí, y porqué si no te conocía, y con los meses adelantados de nosotros, ya no sé quién eres, y porqué te pienso.

Ayer llovía, las calles estaban inundadas del vaho invernal, recorría la inmensidad de lima pensando, tranzando con mi conciencia para negar tu existencia, no es difícil, me dije, ya va pasar, es más seguro tener mi pensamiento pesimista porque sería increíble verte, es ya fantasioso el lugar, la hora, el momento y la circunstancia en que nos encontramos, es ya absurdo pensar en redimir nuestras miradas, todo debe pasar, en cualquier momento volverás to be part of my nostalgia.

convert you in cyberspace, that's what we have, neither more nor less, we are now tiny part of a world made unwittingly, we are always more distant but now, you know how you know me, but not know how to find the true way to raise our souls, with the above let me tell you how much you do not know.

To complete these lines ends bruised my hope has been a tough battle back to remind you, do not think your stay here has been only moments and days sums put into the books existing in those never ending reports of the waking dreams with my senile paranoia, now we have to return to our lives, each in their own, each one having their stay in our city.