* Human , ergo contradictory.
poem Do not write any verses about you
because abound in the pages of our memories. constants in our reunion.
That is what is ours: a constant.
Not that there is nothing more to say about you.
could write endless lines about yourself.
But I prefer an image.
A photograph of yourself.
an infinite memory.
spasm with your smile.
An introverted hedonism.
A great tremor. And an orgasm
colors.
would be enough to keep line has to write.
... The lines illusion.
margins ... disorientation.
(and try)
And do not write poetry because it is encoded
my purpose to reach your intellect.
The sole purpose of this ink is confess to something you probably already know.
is so contradictory. Human
, ergo beast.
And much preamble, I'll tell you the same coarseness with which the truth (the real truth, truth itself) is always revealed:
"I liked you from the first moment I saw you"
And do not put it out of any song, ah. Of any book.
should not make any kind of metaphysical thought experiment to get at the truth.
The truth is not in front of your eyes.
But neither have to relinquish your body to find it.
This there.
is in thine own eyes.
human eyes, eyes of a beast.
But I'll tell you completely.
"I liked you from the first moment I saw you.
And I never liked going to stop. "
never left to do.
I liked others, too.
But you always manage to keep you there. As a reminiscence
like a warm breath at my side always reappear somewhere
call. Sometimes you, sometimes mine.
in a msn conversation endless.
in one appearance for the campus.
in a quote ("we met, no?) In the cafeteria.
A premonition told me you would always come back.
a precognition of a story that was repeated countless times.
an eternal crush. That
, a platonic love.
So not confuse it with the tangible intangible.
If you talk followed by msn, not because it can not be there without it. And if you
Gile, not because I melt for you mine forever.
And if I call you, not because they need to hear your voice to sleep peacefully.
And if I invite you to leave, not because you are attempting to be with you.
And if you love or do I keep your smile looking petrified, not because I die for you.
And if I kiss you, not because I can not live without you.
itself is so that I can die in peace, knowing that the effigy
your essence
remain cloistered in a crystal ball,
that every time you rub in that random circumstances reminiscent
a déjà vu
reveal your image as a intangible existence, capable of emanating
me a perverse tenderness
hallucinate but unable to make me miserable, lonely and unhappy.
understand Will I leave?
There was a time that I liked.
Today only likes me figuratively.
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