Perhaps ….

Perhaps ....

She always accompanies me, this solitary figure who plays and does the same to me … sometimes I think that she is happier.

Broken Heart

Broken Heart

My heart hopes … eternally somebody arme, for a bit .. for a bit, all parts that many people in a little by little, disarm, perhaps with tiny but painful actions, who knows it could happen tomorrow maybe that person where they least expect this.

It hurts ..

Afraid to silence … sometimes it is very cruel to me and put me to be present in my mind over and you see events in my life that never opened wanted to remember.

In Rev

In Rev

Rev everything is going to wither my flowers that were at my table, the window that was painted to avia shy off from everything around me is going through the same thing for me to finish.

Silence

At times, we should shut up, or if, it’s best to listen, but there are situations where we must intervene, and when one does, leaving injured until you can ruin their lives, but there is always a risk in everything, I prefer silence or be silent.

Dash

Dash

They wanted a better world and not made it …. We also want the dreamers together and not let them fade away our goal of achieving a world of freedom, are willing to help make our dream a reality aga?

Is Still Time

Is Still Time

It also , leaves a

It hurts ..

These tears come to anything, is that I am sensitive? These are tears of things without importance, when really need .. are not there to show what they really feel, there are times that I lose the stand and a hug, a caress a love you.

My Heart

My Heart

hurts …. come home and lay in bed and hours in silence, thinking about what happened, from these hours is a spill blood in my heart with so much pain and suffering experienced, because it must be mine? .

is destroying … each look more … of Rev ..

is destroying ... each look more ... of Rev ..

I feel like this being that lives inside me, giving me life and could not live without … This sad and shy with each situation will be destroyed suddenly happens … it makes me mourn the like is a connection, to feel that we are friends on this sad when I walk in their Sadness and me with the rain … the bleeding and I cry, the changed over the years is to weaken and now I feel like it was not .. perhaps because he died … who accompany me in my solitude and who will make me feel that pleasurable pain?