Arena Comet

It's all said and no more than talk, I will stop dreaming.

Forget when she sang at Lolo: Lolo Lolo Lolin, Lulin from my heart.

Or Minia: Minolash that of pistolash. Also Pochi: tail of frog healthy healthy if not healthier today, tomorrow will heal. This as he gave his masajitos in the stomach after the last operation for cancer, was with 23 staples in her tummy. Forget their faces were magical when I reach the door after work.

That's what you want, but you know, I can not. Are my cats, my brothers, do not renounce the love that I have a simple human whim.

... The breeze caresses my cheeks purple with cold, but my choice was me, I got the soul, as water flows from a spring, as the laughter of a father when he sees the growth of their first child (the second no surprise) and recovery after a long illness ... which could be fatal.

I sin of "freedom", my freedom, human, and committed too poor, the weak and its many problems. Not that I am good, but I do not like to send me, I respond with a "no" to the macho when ordering things at certain moments I did not come good, even if they are solid and have blue eyes. Things are when you want this woman, servant, from the heart. Seriously.

I'm not going to church on Sundays, do not pray at night from time immemorial, but I talk to God, there, I'm convinced and I think we want is not all: lighting candles in many ways, hear Mass sung, knees, confess to the priest. That can not be found with the protagonists of this great novel is the story of creation: the coming of Jesus, salvation. Love them is known, can be done from home and without crosses, I do not like. I prefer to paint reflected light from the sun, pictures of Jesus praying or the sky above a sea of ​​silver.

No, not that I am an angel, I'm not.

I fell, I banged my head and I almost meaningless in a street in Oleiros, but I recovered. They remembered me, I'm on the road. Not that I say I should go, but I wish the tread. Do not throw me into the ravine, do not throw stones or shoot arrows, do not separate my body from my soul sending sudden death. I'm on the path that leads me to the white house and blue, right.

But if you change your mind, I ordered a new bed for the small room to mourn a deceased without hearing their latest complaints, a new dead could be me. It is a clean and freshly painted blue, because we want to clean the Lord see, inside out and everywhere.

But later that afternoon, we few, we need, sick in the winter and the heavy cough that is night, storm and doom. Also sore, which makes us take Xumadol.

I do not count the times I fell and I'm still here, so easy to die, but I'm walking this beautiful path filled with birds, flowers and colors ... ants too.

Thanks to my guardian angels have never died in a fall, thanks to my fairy godmother who is dressed in green velvet, by the apostles of Jesus, saints, virgins because they always soften the blow when it fell ... with his eternal smile of an angel in my eyes that pierced full of hope and faith.

Farewell to my dream of having a pearly white horse, I can never buy a house surrounded by fields, but I enjoy the antics of my cats. Farewell to succeed at work and all that should say goodbye unnoticed, with all my voice, my person, my talent, my awkwardness and my will. Twice not want to be abused. Goodbye to you too. I am the eye for an eye. I am the tooth for a tooth. I am a brave and innocent ... can be.

I am a flower of the valley you see a sunrise smile she is a baby until it grows and goes step by step or suddenly, and death can come ....

The chestnuts were good. The roast in the oven. The picked up one to one finger pricking for exercise, for saving a few pesetas, I do not know well. After nearly 10 kilos, it took several hours. I'm no farmer, I ended up working with the hands of China. From village to his cottage property is of stone, their yards and old red tractor. They never have hands of a pianist or advertising model. They are rough and wrinkled and his nails are black. The soap would have little effect on the field of pure tattoos.

I am not a good person, no no no, I've robbed and killed those who harmed me, was both the desire I do not know if it was real or a figment of my imagination. But I will not fail in the ... love. I smoked and I do thank God now because I have a good mother. I lied, but honesty is my dress older and used.

Forget forever what is left, placing it at the South Pole, I think it's time to shed the last shovel of sand on imaginary graves which I have wanted, that I have been humiliated and wounded, out of control . It is time, now or ever.

Change the cat litter, sweep, mop, wash dishes, combing the feline roses, bathing and feeding them. That is my day to day, and I'm happy.

I like the smell of perfume in attractive bottles, take them in my hands is a pleasure. The opportunity to use, win, entice, any offer to me without thinking.

When I said you were gay I did not care, I have always seen as a friend. You know, I do not believe that you were wearing hidden secret, do not know the reason not to face, not to speak, not to tell. Only hides the head who knows that he does well and you say you're happy and I think you're ... in love. False, all false.

Minia licks and licks, is turning 12 years, touching the light from the sun can see clearly what I have in front, now I move my pen like a bird that flies non-stop, I can write like crazy idiot and a genius, all for serve the Creator. Now I know things because I have years too many to remain ignorant, I have lights, essence and fragrance, perfume and I have chestnuts. I was married with pen and paper and I have accepted, without conveniences, without interest. I write for free. I do not offer anything serious. The stories are just stories and tales are nothing.

Miss, you agree to pen and paper as wedded husband ...

Yes I accept gladly.

Pen and paper accept as legitimate the lady wife.

Yes, we accept as written does not make us too.

Then I pronounce you man and woman, flesh and blood, night and moon, sun and sky.

And I continue eating rice, awaiting the moment of love between equals, not Martians, not robots or with worms. But if my husband is now the pen and paper, I must be faithful to them and they should reciprocate.

I will never forget the girls in my school who played guitar, while the nuns, more modern rock and roll dancing. Neither the friend who traveled to Cuba for love, or the first time I fell off my bike to Caracas Carabobo Park, and both times I almost drowned in the pool. But my exit will forget people I met, because there is a fire that killed me but I do it soon. I'll run downstairs and get to a garden of roses and carnations, purple, there will experience the true feeling of friendship and love, not wild, but thought, thoughtful, real and true. I have the great opportunity to have friends for life because God so commands, and me, is with him.

I rented an apartment to a brother and nothing did, just opened the door to show to and I stayed. With the crisis over accepted his invitation to lunch, we lowered the wages paid in December and will be 30% lower. This is the kite of sand against which you can not fight.

You tell me Astrid, the astrologer foretold the destiny I, hard work and little money, get married no dream, few friends and a dream ... oh my dream of being able to scream "Freedom" on time. My story had spelling and grammatical errors that I inherited. I am part of it and like it I'm contaminated. I'm finished.

In this story there are earthquakes, fever and bad cough. The same that I have.

Now I know I am flesh and blood and that if they hurt me hurt me now salfré little house. Buy alcohol, betadine and gauze. Because I am able to feel physical and spiritual pain. I've been better the second because I'm good psychologist, sociologist and philosopher. Who gives more?. I am the best of the three fields, so I tune, cologne, beauty, transparency, ease, elegance, humility.

There are moments in my life I spent as a high-speed train such as the Madrid-Valencia, just remember details of the faculty, school or gym classes ... But there are times when I lived that I can not get rid of them, some llebnan me with joy and others of anger, helplessness and sadness. Why do I remember my godmother when thirty years ago have not seen? Why I do not remember what happened last week of work?, Is that I have long-term memory, or issues you have with a loving family and a co-worker.

My cat is a big head Anton, pass erl day chasing Chichi and Giga.

Today the pen to paper and I sleep in separate beds, I know I'm wasting my time, as you lose the dawn and unpleasant memories, but take time to leave. The tiempom, that buien appreciated and unique.

Chitito is my bold, firm brunette look and lemon eyes, which surprised me when I went one week aThe Coruñapara forget all the words, works, buildings of my surroundings, routine.

I will be strong to say goodbye, for the moment of departure, I know how.

I want the main light is the protagonist of the scene, I must be lamp, solar light, flashlight, battery. My whim is to be light to allow the entire look and warmth, special feeling all fancy. The secondary light, backlit background and leave it to other people, with other pursuits or vocations. Being light, I'll be me flesh and blood, and I can go undetected for your sidewalks, your work ... as if under a dark tunnel, and everything, until you have finished shooting your movie. I then go and be me again, I can remember we were together. You do not.

The thoughts invade me as kites of sand, I want to finish my sentences but are already strong but appear weak, they are my memory, my torture that does not feel sorry for me. And I accept them. They want to fall into the abyss and hurt me, they want to fail again. I spoil some days where I want to smile and forget, but I know ... everything has an end and will someday have to take shelter in a room without light no one to pursue.

I fill the daylight, which has never left it stands the weather, starless night and madness.

Shooting my film with sunlight on the face, one true, natural and sincere. Noble and good company, which kept me going and I sang beautiful melodies, which allowed me to see beautiful scenery, which let me enjoy the daily work at home with my cats, which prevented therapists had to calm myself with unhealthy pads.

I keep looking at my bird that flew and I died a snow day, I apologize, I pray for a sign, I ask God to please him.

Comets sand dreams of plastic, paper and cans are. Cometa will die one day and not miss too much, when that happens everything will be filled with flowers and where I will not walk, I'll throw in a bed on the beach to watch the sky and then I will give thanks: for having committed in my way they taught me to be who I am, having had my cats, who were like children ... I want the comets end up as a being that age, as the violet end of the afternoon, and when the dawn disappears leaving the sky all blue, as the end of a severe storm, a difficult exam, a prayer said by force .

My next visit will be the solar light, strong, charming, unique and immortal. Perpetual light which gives shelter and peace.

We must change the chip and finish filling the hard drive of the feelings, to have more files, photos, videos and throw the trash it unusable, repeated the absurd.

You have to stop writing, too.