Mollusks chat with me.

Even so far I can have the same feeling
even with this distance I can hear you beat.
But apparently nobody tell him to my heart
the you are not here, what is this meaning?.

I’m just other message in the message,
other sad song who play in the silence of you room.
I’m meant to be this?, undefined person ?
but even worst I can remember how cry.

And this are my days; watching the wall cry for me.
Looking how die the wind in my graveyard.
Mollusks and worms seem to chat with me
what can not talk, talk to me, taught me.

And this is the summarize, the fact of the reality,
I miss you under my skin, under mi skull,
and I call you name, day, after day, after live, after die.
But this who I am, the live person missing strangers

I will call it love

I will call it love,
but this slowly setting ...
this who seduces my temples to a leak as long time ago ...
... This feeling of my yesterday that emanates adjacent
to a strange melancholy the I disguised as pleasure ...

... Forcefulness accumulates over the years,
it vanishes
opprobrium of my malice and my fears,
complicit of the misery ...
This Endogenous appearance ... that my cries reverence,
fed hopes,
satisfy the crude fantasies of my runners joy ...

... Waving his substance in my eyes shining of innocence,
This feeling is a plague that consume me without my inner strength,
my hollow though it does not delve into them,
my tears do not stop but them watering my dreams ...

And I can not be more happier;
The cap of the heaven stop me,
and it is so easy to make a star,
it's so easy to caress the sun.
Burns my life just one moment that always decides,
always resolves to return to live under a blue litmus.

I will call it love, but ...
but I will look listen your lips,
I will seek a piece of your hands on a piece of my skin,
and all my torment will end, how calm in the wind,
my days will begin,
as new and renewed I'm sure.

I never expected this morning and the chagrin of cooking feelings,
I will continue until I reach where the clarity of my memory.
And I will gleaned margaritas or lilies, whoever they were,
always be the same intention, perceiving of the now.

I did not invent;
is something that was given,
something to change my eyes,
something that bloomed on the sidewalk,
nobody noticed and nobody appreciated.
You were the longest and evening twilight I could hallucinations,
The best time in the day,
the most sensible idea came to me.

And I want it all,
the universe,
the infinity,
as unattainable,
what mortals like myself can not get or achieve.
I stretch my hands,
looking for a bit of bread because I die of hunger
I hope to satisfied the need to be asleep in the love