she thinks I do not like. The comb look in the mirror, I see her. Do not know that I love. I could not understand the real reason that I stay with her. The reason is young and pretty she is. As we were all at that time. All FUTURE, ALL BY TRAIN. She has nothing to lose, the world will open them like a fan at his feet, and I want it. He is courageous, strong, energetic. Always put what to put on, always ready. Is overwhelming, pretty maverick. And she thinks I do not like. I can not because she is so alive, so awake in life, that I can not follow. She cries Y SE LE va la vida, ella pone todo en juego, yo no. Si este hombre que te habla, amigo, tuviera diez años menos, o ella diez más. Si yo tuviera fuerzas para empezar a vivir como si no tuviera nada por perder. Si yo pudiera sufrir hasta sentir mis huesos calientes, gritar, pedir, escapar. Tal vez no estaría aquí. Estaría allí, con ella, entre sus brazos amasadores y calmantes, encontrándome en su promesa de eterna compañía. Creyendo en su lealtad, y en su cursilería. Si yo no tuviera miedo de cerrar el pasado. Si no tuviera miedo a que ella me abandone por algo más prometedor, si yo no tuviera terror a cambiar mi foto de familia en la cabeza, y pudiera dignamente animarme to earn the love again, would not be here friend ... was one of his arms and his smile lit concave. Feel worthy and deserving of risking my beliefs, my stability and my fancy risking identity ... I am so going to be, to ask me a lot. Maybe not impossible. Maybe one day I start a story with her. Maybe choose a woman, as an accomplice and witness to my revolution. Maybe I feel deserves a fresh start, to have more of a real photo, plus a fixed identity, more than one way of doing things. Maybe one day I no longer think my life is ending and I have to prepare for old age. Maybe one day, my friend, trust that it is an opportunity made to my measure, to be reborn, with the pain involved. Maybe one day I will not ask it to give more than I can and encourage me to say that I love. That I choose, I can take a chance but I do not recognize on the spot. Maybe one day I start building with the desire she provokes me. One day I can stay despite the terror that it gives his determinism and declared his love. Maybe someday make it worthy of my site and my love. I share my secrets and make him a place in the bed of God. Perhaps that day never pass. Or maybe that day start today. One day Awareness created this journey for me, one day I believe it without realizing it, because he wants to, not wanting to repeat the past and start again. Because I feel that my projects are just about to begin, because I have time and desire to grow without owing anything to anyone.
Anyway, she never learns of these thoughts, never to read. She continues to believe that I'm sorry, I'm not like that. She was diluted in his own imagination. She did not ask me anything. Combing her to follow in the mirror, because the day I is not looking to grow, you will man the man in the world. Because I like it because I love her, because sometimes I choose, because I want each conversation with you folks out on their behalf. There will be no way to get away permanently from your perfume, unless a brave man take her with love and respect. And yet, I'm not sure of not running after them, kiss her and ask one last chance.
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