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PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
Heartache Every MomentI had never seen eyes so naive. That soft mouth, of pastel color, that velvety skin ... everything in her looks fragile but perfect.
A star on top of another, never a calculable amount, a passion for you, about a passion for you.
Breathing with your gazes, your eyes, your heart. It was stupid to be so focused on one person, and I knew it.
A strange sensation at see you, you're looking in the wrong direction. And as if guided by a divine hand, for the sweet push of destiny, turn your gaze to me.
Everyone knows the beauty of your eyes, and you know they are the most beautiful ... and still you dedicate me a glimpse ... then why when you look at me you do it coldly ? With eyes so cold that freezes the soul.
You do that to hurt me, but I must say that you reflect a little spark of pity for this undignified love for you. Even so, your look is more beautiful than the person who looks at you, do not look at me like that ... because you will not be less beautiful.
And if you have a second of y
BFT Host Club - Rozdzial dwunasty Rozdział dwunasty
W nowiutkim szkicowniku powoli pojawił się domek, niezidentyfikowane krzaczki z czerwoną ospą i uśmiechnięte słoneczko, niczym z teletubisiów. Autor tego dzieła, radośnie mruczał pod nosem, dorysowując obok krzaczków patykowate ludziki ubrane w za duże koszule.
- Co ty w ogóle robisz, Tonio? - zapytał Gilbert, który wręcz leżał na stole obok szkicownika.
- Rysuję! - odpowiedział Hiszpan. - Feliciano powiedział, że Lovi lubi przeglądać rysunki osób, które lubi.
- I myślisz, że spodobają mu się bazgroły przedszkolaka?
- Tonio, rysuje co najmniej tak dobrze jak trzecioklasista – powiedział Francis, wchodząc do kuchni. - Gil, dalej rozpaczasz nad swoim nowym związkiem?
I try to avoid wearing shoes,I try to avoid wearing shoes, even the metaphorical kind.
There’s something about being touched by every blade of grass and affectionately scratched by every crack in the sidewalk that dares me to take another step. And sometimes I need that.
And sure, after a while you find your feet stained black with asphalt, and some people think that’s ugly. Once or twice, you’ll probably notice a friendly piece of glass in the side of your toe, but at least in my experience, there’s always been someone who will gladly knock a stranger’s door and ask for tweezers.
Maybe wading through waterfalls means I’ll spend a third of my life with the sniffles, but hey, even illness is a feeling. So I’ll keep making snowfolk with my bare hands and dancing in the rain until my hair is soaked through. I’ll keep forgetting my jacket even though you’ve reminded me six times there’s a chance of a storm.
Once a butterfly has landed on your chest you can ne
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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