I would think that do not exist and never will do me but you know it is not possible and that will fall on your claws there is the slightest chance. It may not be the best result to the given equation and, therefore, each day I try to be imposed sanity to this madness that dominates and in front of me I can not fight for more to try. I close my eyes and I can not get you out of my head. I haunting, violent, and I put me through the ropes to fall, losing balance and disappears in your mouth dark and abstract. I do not know why I seek or why I want to find in those nights become increasingly darker and less room for hope. Every time I do most of you, I point your finger and ask me, with your clear coat and starched to follow you steadily. Abandonment sheets, dam of nervousness and wrapped in a cold sweat, I run the curtains and look out the window. And there you see, looking defiant, calling me with your songs misleading. Perfectly aware of my weaknesses you know that one day jump into the void and initiate a path of stones without any return. I'll go, fly to the sound of your arms and utter a strange noise, I will send to you, because of my despair and sorrow. And the day that happens it will rain and the drops of rain in perspective represent all that I poured for you, object of my desire. Then the rope was cut and this agony will now gnawing inside her final touch, desplegaré my wings and I shall insert in the world of lack, of the transparent. Succumb to your promises of eternal happiness and I'll hold you think you're the algorithm resolving my inherent sadness.
will not have to outline metal and plastic smiles when what I want is to throw me to mourn and to stick to your back so you will not forget me, I climb on your back and carry me wherever your opinion deserves be. But though my soul to the universe will always be chimeric than all the places that once passed and my pale face a smile inert sketch in your honor and I will, like you used to ask me at that time and archaic, a kiss on the forehead, I'll grab your hand without you noticing as you share your life and enjoy it without me, condemned to eternal misery and existential sobbing continued. Soon you will realize who is the shadow that follows you into the deepest darkness of the day, which takes you on a trip to return and help you cope with that every day you can not stand without me, living in the city of meetings and welcome. There'll wait aware that one day I will find you. Your sincerity will take with me and even though ours is not possible to walk to earth, yes it is there where the waves crash against the rocks and the walls are not barriers that destroy lives. I know someday we'll fly together but not at the same pace. I know that when everything is over here the first name pronounced the mine. I know that insatiably seek me and find me when I observe more beautiful than ever, with a twinkle in his eye and joy in my soul because at last reach her happiness.
However, you do not see you because there will be opportunity. Cross the border do not know if early or late but I suspect it will not be mine. Go to the gates of a place dedicated to the purification and cleaning, where the spirits ride and there is no sun. And meanwhile, you are aware of the reality and I think I'll always be comforted physically there. You're wrong. I'll never return. Where my laughter can emerge as did long ago, where there are unicorns and mammoths. Where will those who fight to win the battle and those who are left to win the fight deliberately. There I go. The sky. And the reality is that, to incite me to fly or, worse still, learn to play the piano.
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