Difference

La diferencia en la conjunción que endulza la espiral autodestructiva en la membrana de la astucia con que la observación se tira un órdago por siempre despertar. 

 

I don't write for people with empty minds, I do, for those who has space enough in their hearts to fill up with sweet expression of feelings.

 

You could think that you really disturb me, normalmente inconscientemente, como frialdad podría parecer durante los pasos en que miradas determinantes se cruzan en forma de interpretaciones, as reading a wave of just weather getting in the mood of never coldness is enough at the end. 

 

Pero lo importante no es que, in fact, you really destroy me out there. It is what you really think that you made me as remember, en la versión de actos como secuencias de movimiento podrían interactuar with facial grimaces were following one after another, the shape of silence stopping in the surprise of understanding reality, as contemplation to minute has wing to glide through the savage wind, siempre adverso a comportarse de manera naturalmente paciente by my own side for being just a symbol for anecdotes, slightly smooth, when softness is just sensation of kindness after realice that we are still sensitive in the middle of the mind.

 

At the end of day, no sirvió para nada, because for more that your intention could be a reflection of wonder about result, cuando el detalle llegó a mí, que como figurante recto, erguido para semejante intelecto, lo atrapé, the customized silhoutte about acting it had changed as capacity for own view letting go the dot.

 

Saltamos sin presión a través de la energía que nos rodea, como si de dependencia se trata el roce de la intervención, cuando una astuta voluntad se ha mostrado sabia por la introspección, con la que el subconsciente nos hacía reaccionar y con ello manifestar una bondad por elevar, con el empuje de inexplicablemente poder volar, como en los sueños de los que no alegamos prudencia.

 

I could still love you and I will. 

And it doesn't mean that I love more my family because they disturb me up more or less, it means that I love you in the unique difference, in a special manner for acceptance the mistake about whole time passed away the throne. 

 

For that reason more you tried to destroy me in hell, or even if I would try to destroy you in heaven, or when you just think that you made me real and deep pain as wound of influence communicating a state of mark as it could not disappear, I'll still loving you. 

 

But important is not even how I love you. 

El hecho es como y porqué tu piensas que te amo.

As revolution could be contemplated by root of writting moments. Rating accent into your words, I could guess the indecipherable meaning in direction of existance as reveal for sense. 

 

En el implacable romanticismo con que el nerviosismo cobra la vida por lo sucedido, como sustancia que mantiene su existencia prendada del pliegue del auxilio por la interna interacción de sus moléculas de manera irracional y algo despistada, ausentes de razón absolutista ante el motivo de encontrarle cierto atributo como obsequio en los que el tiempo les prestó atención, por haber estimulado al ciego.

 

We don't need to compare, because even when you act unconsciously, you or me, or even us, separated or together, in the same line or by distanced horizons, as stars that by presences are linked, we are above it. But still not there.

 

I could have done more. 

 

Love is develop, don't think  about it, just feel it.  

Sometimes only a singular caress could fix the world. 

 

Literature from 2012-08-27 Image from 2012