Recursively the cold, then barking, then silence.
half hour, time succumbs to absurd designs, the aircraft noise, the horror in the eyes of one who waits for death. Meet
one room, has walked these floors and everything you ever knew of love I learned from a stranger. Now everything seems to be over, his gaze travels the strange paths that draw the corners of a room ashen cold and darkness exhaling.
"It's hard to hold hands with someone who has reached the sky just to surrender"
His lungs contract with the stale air of loneliness and waiting, aching, bleeding, waiting for the strange chatter loan words that flooded the ancient books as a child, the words of someone else who now fill its lungs of fluid and and dense, waxy, Fourteen minutes, time is marked.
was a child until a few moments ago I was a kid, never did find out what makes a person becomes an adult, a wide-eyed girl by rushing attacks of pain every so often, a little girl's face old-looking skin with the smell emanating from old ... the cold to listen, nod his poetry, try to hit the notes of the guitar with a throat torn by bloody coughing. The
final moments of life seem to be marked by a kind of cold in the bones, no shaking, no such feeling on the skin ... only a small horrible rumor within the body, and she breathed with difficulty, with unconditional love breathing. Now the fall is produced with an unspeakable absence of vertigo, an almost inaudible thud ... like his voice, deep, deep, heartfelt ... the voice of an ancestral hallelujah.
then moves away in a sinister howling of escape, his chest welcomes all those songs that speak of love, the only treasure left a strange man is released in the last second of oxygen that remains ... and there are no words to describe things as love, chains those things that can not be untied.
Someone once said that this is not the way to say goodbye.
