A practicar

It clouds my view of looking at the damn computer player is not cursed by any other cause than that of being an ordinary PC. I see you sitting on the floor, your eyes are red and hide that I cry, the song you like. There is nothing to drink, other than to be together and be healthy enough to not die in the next hours, and above all smile, but I hide you weep. The door closes and opens his mouth. Another dream more, together. Are there any cigarette in the kitchen on the counter, almost intact. I love seeing the kaos and recompose, about twice week. There is still something in the cup, I remember the sound desencorchandose and a smile escapes me in this my time. Under that blanket, eyes were still red and with one kiss, and about a million smiles made me happy. I sleep dress, whether to run, I will not waste time if there is a party or any other emergency, mysuperhero work remains unpunished by the hour when I'm by your side. How sweet is knowing that tomorrow will still be there. Your head hurt, and the sun it keeps me awake at that time that the gold watch on your small table. You return to the heat of everything and only by looking at us and everything becomes entangled as a trip to Wonderland, you ashamed hear what I say and I try to subtitle your silencios.Out, even one is disguised. Last night looked like he cried. And besides I'm not deaf, you were going to break the ice and the court to realize that I was ahead. Something happened. When I wake up, I'm close enough to you, to know that smell and to understand the language of the breaths. Somos asi...Either I'm big enough or your shower is too small, or your smile is more valuable than all the others or am I going crazy. But a happy madman. I just had to write it in English. Maybe you do not understand or in Spanish. One more bite, a roze more, and me hands full of bags filled with glass helmets and garbage bags. Potatoes in the pantry have their own life and cried yesterday as I street. Once again, more silent. I hate your lift, because always there, does not like goodbyes. I pulse and is there waiting for me. I saw a few centimeters from the gate, even the flowers smell good and of course you know I'm here. But I saw you mourn.