Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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Amarte

no small feat. It is not something you can easily say that you can express to someone else. It is an occurrence in a night of drinking, is not something to be written without the recipient. There are words written myself. It is a disease that is cured with pills or condition that slows with alcohol. Love is not just want your body, not all day imagining your smile or guess your thoughts at night. Is not singing at night in the middle of the street. It is pouring honey and speak to everyone. Nor is believing see in the faces of women who cross my path. It is a speech made no mere cliché talent. Not the moon, be inert to many asked to witness and accomplice. Love is dream of you every night, not to find joy in the sound of your voice, not to be cheesy. Not waiting on the phone, instant messenger or much less the sight of your picture. Love is not repressed subconscious desire is not to draw with their eyes the contours of your legs and the warmth of your breasts. They are not hasty conclusions of a fleeting moment. Love is not to stop loving myself, not to be omniscient to monitor your steps, not unjustified jealousy or a bilateral contract for the property. Not a random day in April or a leap year. Love is not desire or intermittent burning fire, it is a loaded gun or a credit card for the soul, not can be purchased as a magazine or contain a pop song. Not least six letters and the composition of two words. Love is not what I appear, not what everyone can see, not condemnation, curse or burden filthy. No lie, not bias, speed, trifle or confusion. For nothing is coincidence or a game of chance the love.

try to explain it and I can not. I do not know the destination that you always set me apart and lie to myself. I know that I have opportunities to you, I never have seen that and writing to reach you in vain. There you will read this and not recognize yourself in the picture. I wrote the first paragraph from my iPod while headed back home. I did not think, I do not think when it comes to you. Perhaps only the complex:



See you in the future.

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