FW282

FW282

Where are You? Not that what you tell is true, but not lied to absolute ra! The fiery pain of a loss. Where, but where are you? What did I do? I did not dream, because I agreed to wait. May come, save me this I murmur Shiver me apart, broken and corrupts me and says you’re not! Where I am, I want more, just can not take the stand and breathe. Way through the fronts and behold something that keeps me moving forward. Because recoil and get back to where I’m not even think or be. I want to run away, off the cigarette, and fulminant shock rocks it. My heart is like this cigarette that goes out to the desire to rekindle Will you be the one that squeezes me in a knot and untie it. Why not, I do not want to be a loose wire that is tied, no more shaking. Do not want to say or say about me, let me be what I feel. This knot does not see that strangles and squeezes and destroys. That tie will be broken. Everything back to zero. Want to be the only logical 0 without any follow-up, do not want to be positive or negative, but you insist that you must do and happen. Let me. Why cry? I do not know, but always know why the tear drops and loose, I also know because sometimes I run into the errors of others and because I hold and hold. I want to cry, I want to hold me. Sa bitterness of feeling that leaves me with a cold quen which you shiver, but worth your tears, and laugh and feel. The end will take care of that end gets evicted not a tear but always lurking in the face and a tear trickles of indifference. I was thinking, as you are. So banal, so like what we think, are a standard deviation. I do not want to know what story, but I want to see not what you can give me and what I need not you. I want to me. You want as you always were, what they thought was what you were or where you were not, were doing as you make. I am I. I do not know how I started this story I think few will reach but I have no arrow or the bow, much less target. I have no target to hit, I do not even pon-taria, I feel that what I gain is myself, the arrow is stuck in the heart, so my pain. A lonely heart, marked by a stroke than the revitalized, the pain is too strong for the will of pumping. I am not free. I’ll never be totally free, I love my freedom, but I feel bound by what has love for me. Because you love me? Will they love. They want to be free and arrested someone. I want him to feel alone and unnoticed. Do not want to understand anything, I do not think of anything, because I invades, I want away from that approved MAXIMUM. Do not want to say is that love freedom. Just want to drop what’s in me. The anguish, loss. He was and is no longer. I came upon it without feeling left. This kind of do and undo and more, we say what we do. I do not want to do anything, will not go away, I go where I do not get going. Leave nothing and take him away. Do not cry, do not laugh, not think, do not look and feel I’m not dead. What a tragedy! I’ll have to go and one day I will also succumb. Why? Yes, I wonder why this, why that, but do not want to think about what has already been transmitted. Do not want to fight, do not want to be as much as someone who never was. The voice tormenting those who grieve. Wait. I will travel, and I’ve been patiently. I can say that I have not got a lot so me and another missing. Invade me unless I do not want to say more. I do not want. Do not want to go back, I want to be here when the song you play music and the wind blows. Do not want to be the devil, do not want to be angel, do not want heaven or hell. I want the land where everything exists. Do not want to leave, I stay where I am, I want everything there, just me a space to breathe and think on it. Imagine and create my own existence. I just want to breathe air. I want to loose me as the air we breath. I saw, smelled, heard, also told you what I do not listen. Like I told you so much and nothing or almost nothing you rang. Is it asking too much of your attention, enough of seduction. I want to see you the raw. I know sometimes flay my skin to feel that I am raw and I suffer with a skin tear it costs to grow and repair itself. For you I am full of raw marks and wounds. Do not know what I want to express. But because it erodes something I desire, but I do. Basically I wanted to have a bit of everything or nothing, for me that I have nothing worth. I’m just more and you just did before. He was writing after reading what will trans-Recer what my being wants to convey. I know it is not easy. I think a lot will not be told too much what will be will not be understood. Rejected. I strongly reject that impoverishes me. The trivial things have no place in the heart there is much excitement. What we see at a glance you can dial in the heart. He can not stand, he does not want to see but feel what your eyes see. Never open the eyes of the heart because he could no longer see, and is suffering. I’m here. You see me? I think not! Can you feel me? Also I think not! What you see in me? Um, I was not here for that thou hast forgotten me, can not stand not having you, because what unites us sometimes separate us, but I tell you I’m here. I will not pretend I will write and let it flow. What I write is certainly a tear. As I wrote a tear as it is, sad, lonely, damp-da, loose. Let me wipe your tears, your pain, your sorrow, your loneliness, this choke is to be alone. Let me lick your tears, I want to drink the pain you feel Alone, alone. With me, it’s me, just me! How am I? Just me. The feeling extends to truly feel the pain. How it feels to us. I think of is to go beyond what comes from abroad. Inward know that I exist, to exist for others just look at us, but even if I never see that Loose pages, loose sheets, loose sentences, Loose pages, loose sheets, loose sentences, I want to drop everything, do not want to save anything, I empty myself, just so evolve, that everything I write, it all evaporated, Pain fades into the letter of a phrase, every word of your pain, I write to set me free. Do not want to suffer. Another day The morning, the fresh morning air, too noisy. I want the night, silent night, where I see the light in the dark you bring with you. Let us unite in silence and darkness. Let us throw light on the blackout. Verses, songs, charms, spells, poems, phrases. I want to be your light in the dark night. As I let myself go … In the deep recesses of the tides … The harps played loud siren. I want to stay and look For you, without telling you what you’ll write. To never forget you. Nothing! He wanted nothing The aim with these words is zero. I do not want you to read, nor will I write what I tell you one day. But now I just wanted a little of nothing. Do not know if you’ll read, much less understand what I have to tell you. What I want you to notice and understand is that the accounts, but accounts for me and then you can count on me. But do not tell anybody. I’ll expect me to death coppicing. Death? There is no death! And this is always present. I’m not afraid of death but to lose you. Not something that hurt me, but the experience of having and not having is the difference of being, how can this be so? I want nothing, for very little and nothing Zero, I repeat nothing, I did not know when everything and now I know what I want is nothing, if you reject what is and is not, I’ll be free, free of everything that ties me and I’ll let go of bitterness, than is to have. Simply, I just want to be! Can I just be me? Yes I do and nothing more, nothing that I do not want. “Timeless” He knocked, and came back to beat … Incessantly beat with a flow … Unprecedented anomaly or a wound … Then one day he opened … No more going back to do it … It was the open and close in an instant … How shall I say, it was my always my … But in the end your … He, You and I … In a word then … Heart! The profound sadness of BE … It’s NOT KNOW … BE AWARE AND LEARN TO LIVE WITH YOUR INTIMATE … BEHOLD THE ABYSS is tiny … YOU BELONG AND IS SOMETHING THAT ALWAYS DES-VANECE … HOW TO NO waive RELUCTANCE IS NOT … THE ESSENCE OF WILL ONLY BE … IS FROM U.S. THAT OWN CAN SEE IN THE BACKGROUND …. OUR INTERIOR AND THEN WE SEE THAT THERE IS NOTHING LESS SO … HOW TO SPEAK MORE … Here’s an obvious thought, that I can not help express … The lower level is where we place … Better see how the higher being, is getting closer and closer … The infinitesimal know … Where utopian … Behold, to be born, live and learn and … When we really realize … It feels good, that much has moved away from knowing … Everything and be your own … What Changed? All My Life … On Mute! Why? Why I’m Willing … The Changing Face and Everything … But Nearly All … Welcome to My World … My World Mudo? Intellect is the … Tell Me What to Do Mode Act … More Correct! IMAGINE!? STRATOSPHERE IN SIZE BUT NOT LI-Mites EXPANSION COMES A DISAPPOINTMENT OF TIMELESS MAGIC UNAVAILABLE TO OWN LEVEL OF DECEPTION ALWAYS WITH THE APPEARANCE OF THE TRUE ILLUSION TENEBRIS WORD OF DISAPPOINTMENT already pronounced, which generates INTIMATE CONFLICT OF SINGLE-NIA AGO THAT WINS ANY HARMONY. Enigmatic, SENSITIVE AND DEEP IS THE ENERGY NON BINDING LETTER OF MORE OR LE-TRAS VERY LITTLE LETTER WORD. EIS is a menhir THAT GOES WITH THE SEDIMENT AND WRITTEN MUCH IN LITTLE IS SAID. IN VAIN, YOU THINGS THAT ARE THE MOST There will leave thee, OTHER NON-Valera. TO SAY THAT YOU ARE THE GREATEST FOR LU-ters bully, BUT I “USE” THAT FEW VALERA, BUT THOSE IN THE IN-tiny terior COMES THE AMOUNT THAT ONLY YOU CAN GET. LIVE, GROW, LEARN, AND IN THE END WITHOUT THE PRE-UTOPIAN LITTLE KNOWLEDGE. EIS FOR ONE DAY A LITTLE A LITTLE, JUST ANOTHER WANT TO LEARN THAT WAS WRITTEN TO UNIFY THE ORDINARY AWARE OF KNOWLEDGE OF SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE THAT BOTH ONLY IF YOU EXPLAIN TO THE DEEP-ences SAPI + WHAT IS READ I’ll start where I finished. The smoke expands in the interior of my room. For my interior too, this is violated. I want to break up with you and others. I’ll get? Strength, Strength and Power that haunts me and tells me to go without fear! Before you end of my days. The entire exterior I reject, as I I feel … I do not know, but here I’m leaving my pe-quena story … If you are on this page, curiosity prompted him my little story. What you gonna tell on these pages is for me to find the true self that dwells in me, no world out-prehensive education. How is this possible, we’ll see how I will describe my story. To no longer advance, retreat indeed ready to go. Smoking continues to permeate this space. This story begins where it will end. What do you want to tell is to fight everything. Let’s see if I can get to the end and say: I wanted everything and anything, as I maximize the interior. It’s here, in short time equaled the number of cigarettes of pages through which you browse. Let’s go ahead with the fight, it will have the length of time blows in the hours, minutes, in seconds. Finished! I’ll start where I finished. I’m ready this smoke pervades the window and frees up in the air, I want to be that there is only smoke in the air. I just want to breathe the air. I float here and wonder what I’ll tell. I do not want to do, eventually beginning to commit all the same errors. The battle is far from being locked. What you want is to convey feelings, situations and conflicts. And the fight is to win the being who I was. Want to be the other, the figure that haunts me. My own conscience that will alert me and tells me: Emerge, you win. Here I stopped, but in fighting the move-to chase it. My figure comes to my Self Free yourself, Expands thee, let me be like you through me. It started here what will be. What are the questions, proceed without flinching, this is a figure that haunts me. Makes it happens and is born again to live and feel. Demagoguery and without illusions, live what you can not see. Because only then you will make progress, rise up and say. I want to be who I am, I am I. Being that I was and that the figure will be. I’ll be like I imagine. At that haunts me I tell you go along. Take on me and break away. Finally yet to begin. Everything you thought. Beware of this being that haunts you and end the cable is your friend. No more sorry for this moment. Reached the end of the torment, he touched me and I Murmu- rou: Are you there? Now is the end of the beginning that I will report here. For now I say: Just come up to me and enters me to victory. Major in me you become yourself. Possess me! Shalt be the last time my odor. Yeah, you go. Do not show me saddened by your departure. Actually I’m looking forward to your trip. Go as you came, as part arrived. Do not want you, you are more a misfortune unconscionable. Your presence is an affront. I know that for you, never won, only lost. You’re like cigarette smoking friend of the disease. Part and will, is going to finish that will not be there. Like I said, emanates from the odor that just because your ires … Gain another flavor and perfume. Maybe you do not know it, neither be thou in mind that the pro-Vocas you. Since I know you guys remember a few years. Enough for now here lies the desire to con-tinue with you. I’ll moan in your presence initially thought, but umbrella for minor ailments. I create art object and our connection, but pleasure in this and fu- elusive for living conditions a little weak. I dare deprivation. Because only then be light and natural, at eu feeds me. Cool, calm, warm and smooth-ing offsets will be natural wind that runs like the time in a direction to its north. By breathing the air currents are against us storms that we face, nothing more natural than the smoke from the air itself. In which we find in nature as integral outer preceding the harmony of being free of chains. Blossoms, grows and consolidates the very root of free-ing. Wills not dubious of our meeting is the very pink of the times desert sands ranging firming reason. The go-getting off the image of vulgar man, to the eccentricity of the intimate relationship that moves us away. We are different, I’m natural and organic thou art man-cial and synthetic, and hence do not express without me. Without the act that will neutralize, you will make me happy. I’ll open the door for you to come talk to me. But I’ll leave it ajar to get out soon after. Figure you are aware of your spread, it consumes me patience of unrest. You are and you will be a lot of little importance. We all have these stupid stages, usually in children. But if we tell adults to unleash the child within us, so that you also had a slump. I will return to calm patient. I can go lock the door. Quite know why you came, but know where you address. The gulf is wide, wider thinking of you home-gar. Flee without me, enclose yourself and explodes. From the first day that your word has been my sentence, but count me when next you tell me, hello, I’m here, but surely your trip will be a return to harsh reality but to smooth it if you want to stop raiding, we have what we want? So just a word from you, which is Bye. And thou art going away leaving … It was the last time … Miss getting to leave. A tear fell and went off crying. The rope that squeeze me, is not the same as it suffocates me. The node of the neck, hanging by a thread. Strangle and suffocate the mind consciousness. What gives is of a slow death and rejuvenate walking and talking in this way as we have done. Will ever erase the pain of a sharp blow that cuts the laminated raucous live. At the top of memory and the shattering blow spooky-rich. It was your presence dichotomy between being and non being. Life covered in photographic moments that everything stores and in an instant if it turns out. Why live in me out of me. Erase your destiny and lives the part. This timeless feel spreading the moments following. How to fly without leaving your seat. A moment that never stops because never be able to stop and breathe, what makes you breathe. Living is as strong as the urge to breathe. But just breathing is not living. When you left to live not previously stopped breathing. Hence, what emerges in what is an im-age helpless. Without limits or consequences, the next step. This emerges from us at every moment to be another re-var us what really somo, this illusion of self-flagellation cliff is to live while we live, the that moves us is that nature that surrounds us constantly and only distracts us, I mean that the entire absorption of the moment is simply mind-illusory as the Nature reflects all the frames at random and super-rela-tively higher every moment of human movement. Everything that appears around the figure of the self is that enlarges exterior the interior, however only capture the feeling of being a distraction is greater that moves us to Mother Nature. If at any time, virtuous, you invade contradictory is assimilated at the instant of mind these entries can not match the learning and output of any momentum. Glad surges, vast and far-ment thinks. I would like to talk about … you decide where Brasta-mano. Reversing the roles says shutting up. The flight of a word is an act. How to ignore you and take you from. You’re flying around in the shadow of the wind. Because you hide, when appearing so what-res. Do not you see? Give thyself another, you have another friend who is not your simple misfortune. Everything emerges vaporising. It was thus that counting to ten, I realized how much time snapshot glimpse of the future if the window was open and view only the last smoke as ex-expands and as the click of the future becomes large and vast. 

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