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One night a few months ago, I was talking with a friend of our worlds. Of those places that each person constructs his taste, decorated with their favorite vases and where your favorite song is repeated over and over again without getting tired.

The place to make your secrets to the walls of soap, where people are fits for long-stay, where you have to kick someone who is not well received ... Worlds to live what I really want to live, keeping track of everything that hurts you, so try to burst your bubble, which wants to breathe the polluted sky lies, hatred and falsehood.

This is my place, on the walls I have to whom I can be in person. Not great, but can fit all people that interest me: my family, my friends ... and himself. Each placement is accurate. Each with their world, but inside the mine.

now retrieve this conversation that winter night and give him another way. His world and mine, and only one. Our bubbles are joined and now we have a bigger one, to let more people and always looking to the sky, now, is no longer contaminated.

What's Under My Bathtub?

soap ... I guess ...

Leyendo las palabras que no se escriben.
Escuchando las palabras que no se dicen.
Imaginando caminos sinuosos por donde es difícil respirar. Atado con cuerdas que no dejan avanzar, mientras una risa se oye al fondo del pasillo. La lluvia intentando abortar mi plan de saltar, saltar ahí de donde subí ayudado por manos que parecían soltarse en el último momento. Caer con los ojos cerrados y la esperanza de que algún día alguien notará mi falta. Ni una lágrima, ni un sorry, only one hand on the bottom of the dark pit. Wherever worms are the most important part of life. Where are those who are not. Where I am when I'm not. In the bottom left, past the stage of ground black and white and red curtains, after the chair that left forgotten forgotten the day he left. In the darkest depths I am still waiting for the wind to lift me.

I sit and feel the roaches on my feet. Something unpleasant to what I'm used, apparently, no one notices my absence yet. I'll keep waiting. Someone will come ... I guess ...

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As mourn no tears. As
laugh without joy.
Play an ace up his sleeve.
Cover your eyes and look through a crack.
Remove the pen leaving the grooves. Breaking
a photo without pulling the pieces.
go out barefoot.
Speaking without words.

As he hides behind his back a bouquet.
As someone who reads a blank book.
A newspaper with yesterday's news.
A kiss goodbye without.
A kiss without you. Smiling

knowing you're together.
Look in the mirror and not see anyone. Mourn
knowing that you are alone.
two-word messages.

Daydreaming. Sleep
you. Sleep
awake. Dream
you.

I, me, here.
You, you, there. Far
to see the world built for two.
Where everything is possible.
A world without you
Es ..

As mourn no tears. As
laugh without joy.
As you without you.