jueves, 4 de octubre de 2012

Pretending that nothing happens

I die a little inside,
sorrow and your eyes are mixed in this silence.
I die a little more inside where you came one day
with that smile, with joy that characterizes you,
The moon accompanies every moment,
where you feel slave and pretend that nothing is happening,
only in a whisper, and unnecessary.
Location remoteness of loving,
love you so much and to exploit ...

(c) 2012