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From another point cardinal imaginary. These are not real places. I'm walking down a path that is very bright, there are several looks that set his mind on me. I'm shining and the sun is present, but not brighter than me. Today I beat the sun and even I had to hide to let me shine more. No specific reason why this passing this happen so welcoming. Yes, I am stronger and that is me stronger. I have smiles painted all my interior smiles and spring break my skin tanned by days of loneliness. Is regenerating what was missing.

Although at times I get to see you do not keep a safe backup, I move near the ledge, a thin line between color and the lack of it. I still can not keep up easily. I doubt, but reverted back to spring forces and smiles. I do not know if a detail of anxiety or sadness make me fall. Given this confusion sometimes back to doubt and try not to think.

'm holding to the glances they understand my steps, it may not be right, eventually I will be myself blindly decide what land cover. How important is the guidance of other eyes? and when to let others know if looking for me or keep looking at me? Sometimes the answer is instinct, sometimes true, sometimes signals spring to me.

Today, I went to bring my innocence that time that came before me. He turned away abruptly and I know that light years is more me than yesterday. However, without knowing why. Perhaps instinct. I see that innocence soon or not soon, again. And more interesting is, it returns with more innocence and play, with more shyness because they moved away. Back playing and wanting to play some more. Today, that innocence is hidden, displaying to others looks stronger than ever, knowing that inside painted smiles are missing, and soon, perhaps, the need painted blue.

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A feeling dominates every corner of my thoughts, my decision to move my ways, my ways of being. No longer depends on me, not even depend on something that is within my reach.
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One being, and at least one being, who bring to mind and smiled and smiled back, who looks at me in every memory I approach and I lost again in his eyes. That surrounds me, it brings me strength and weaknesses, makes me feel protected and isolated from one moment to another. A second ago I was there, not anymore. A moment ago he smiled, I smiled, not anymore. What I bring to see your eyes looking at me innocently. Surge tenderness of his gestures, his attempt to kiss me, that game playing and instantly understand and makes me play. So I went
losing its sweetness mixed with passion in her tender kisses and warm look in his portion of child and human fragment. Gradually
attracts me it intrigues me. It is he who lives in his world, so different from mine, he is who I want to show me so now my world is not what today is not yet in my space. I want to be more want to expand, adding life to my life, adding emotions not felt before. He, who is part innocent and some lust. He who so quickly moved my mess. He who creates loving her destruction, and to worship the way they get entangled.
I feel trapped, I love his game and I want to play.
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Just a moment longer be part of its air, breathe and feel.
I conclude that only wanted longing. Now is no, I can not console my fears, I see it, feel it and hear it and I can not help but remember every breath that it generated in me. Yes
was one of the moments that add life to my life, one of those moments that left me breathless. Already
I am no longer the same in my world, after passing just a moment on his. I feel that I still have hours to write, and speak words of life and desire, but it is he who prevents me. Term

begging me back at least peace of not having lived in their world and to return to live in mine ...

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A drop again, lost in the middle of the ocean, thinking on who is and is not a moment's notice.

My mind, faster than real, imagine, invent, living worlds that are not this world. Stories, people, colors, aromas, tastes that are the best imaginary spaces that make me live in peace, where I feel safe, where you feel warm. Live these places until I fall, hit me and I'm back here in the place where I am, where I have to live, where is the real thing, where I have to give and receive, keep in a back and forth, in a communication the world.
But what? That is where I start to wonder what position I have against this "world." Because finally, after all, what is "my world "?... you imagine, I live, which I believe, who attempt to live, which touches me ?.... who knows. It depends on my ? the world? .... but what world? I think I'm spinning and rotating bearings, so maybe that will not let me see what my place.
The nostalgia appears when I remember the places we thought they were my favorite places ever, or perhaps they were, or maybe not. What about those people that made you experience moments of breath? .... I read one day that life is not counted as live, but by the moments when you run out of breath.
I have not lived if you do not feel. I felt alive when I felt love, I felt pain, I felt. When you feel that the air enters your lungs, you breathe harder, to laugh or cry on the inside, feelings that emerge in every detail of your body, you see, that shows.
I feel I'm alive when I feel. I feel as I live. Alive when everything else is not lost, when feeling takes me, through me, I live.
Today I feel that I have to change course, begin to see some things differently, feel a little more master of my world, you can feel the drive for a moment, not get carried away, but bring.

know very well that if I do believe that I have my world, it really took, and I checked, I lived, I felt it. Then, from one moment to another, can calm, the domain disappears, comes what I feel, what I can, which is stronger than me, or maybe I do believe it is more stronger than me. And he dominates. Today
step of feeling dominated by "My World" by the other, trying to feel he owns. Start playing. To give my steps. Why?. What's better than fun? What better to laugh?. Today I choose to smile, dominate, play, move around me, perhaps from so much movement, someone or something, I revert the moves, and becomes me who get carried away by the moves of another. Sometimes, it's good to be strong, and sometimes it's good to be weak. The important thing is feeling, living, reached, and know that you depend on you and everything, everything and you, of those worlds that are touched in some place, where you want to play touch. The other's world, your world, the real, imaginary ...
many worlds? ... do not know.