I can not write here. If I wrote you today I speak to you with disgust, revulsion and love plastic. I would write a story which splash tails and lesbians lackluster. I invent even half. I would write without a filter, as before. No pun yet because I can not write until I have not written what gnaws at me. So I decided to write to me elsewhere. The write him. Write me, me. Add others as well. Chapters, so that whole fantasy allows me. While remembering that the most uncomfortable novels is one that speaks of failure. Only my desire to write that is not ephemeral. Add to person failing to talk to anyone. Write because I do not know about. Read More Nelly and Sisi, display a sad smile before Downloading Nancy. Burning pages and pages of an American poet until he shuts me for heresy. I put the sweater lover gave me "because it makes you a great cleavage" according to the final three men in my life. Then I wore the necklace because Lucia is a woman whom I most wanted, dead or I'm not sure, but I'm a ridiculous blunder with them forever.
- I've always been faithful, she says, opening his coat.
She is completely naked, dropping to his feet my last resistance. Before his body with beautiful curves, I lose all control. I belong to her and she knows it.
- I love you
I know it leaves me with one last lie, but I let it go without saying a word. Only in that these departures I feel confident that I will return.
