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My reflection

Today I saw the mirror and I lost the 1st kilos, aging 10 years, I came out wrinkles, truths sprang from my lips and my hair looked like a sea tale, and lime moon between pieces of desert, my eyes vanished in a blink of time, skip and I realized I had eaten knees ankles ... bones.

Wrap my hands, ate, I made a knot so hard to squeeze so much I'm almost there, I licked, I bit, blood, cry tubs and tubs of dried mud, I broke, broke, I broke down and only ashes remained of what I was for some time ... I observe ... I faced the mirror, my eyes informers, to my sadness behind and the spirit of heaviness that Nietzsche hated as much as the fans of God, Our Father ... I broke, broke, I died ..... .... crumbles reborn.

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"They are so beautiful, so profound and so clean, you would like a bath in them."

(Victor Marie Hugo)

iris .... dive in, swim in the pool of her pupils, disarm them and put them together like a jigsaw discover yourself and know all that not even you know, find the location of each piece and feel the texture of the mystery that surrounds them, seize them as the hunter seizes its prey, love, worship in love and miss you.

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I lived! Nacer

Sos pump misery and contradictions, there is no doubt that my existence had never been the same without your eyes tan that went out like a mystery of those, that mankind does not understand, does not include and left in oblivion. You're the smile as a guide dog accompanying my memories are the bait, the bite and sniff the trail of those paths we tread in those unaware of the word suffering, pain.
You know that our environment was a light for the blind legs to the lame, fresh air in this desert of black asphalt that you condemn me.

You say so many things!

You say you find paradise on other legs, in other mouths, far from your peculiar smell, in your arms I sleep cooed and soothed my nightmares premature. You say that soon the spring and will not need your presence more, that you're not for me! That the stars, moons, and this myth called destination left us poles apart on different continents, I deep in the ocean, and you in the Everest peak seeking a ride to the sky.

But ... Perhaps you wonder, how many minutes you have left to my existence?
Do you know what will be the last time you see me laugh, the last word you say to this body that expire every day little by little?

Weird things you say so! .. sometimes failed to contain the anger and impotence mourn me "you know you're ripping me a piece of the body? , "I'll never be the same?, That you exile me to a world where everything is tinged in gray without colors in your body! Vos

you so much me tonight ... and yet the only thing my spirit cries out for you is this: I lived

! ... I laughed! .... you who can, you that know how to do without me ...

lived!

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