Kates Playground A Follar

LA RONDE


GIROTONDO

were not for her,
not and would not have ever been.

is turning over in bed because he could not sleep ... who thought? Could not answer, perhaps not wanted.
Maybe it was really unconscious, and yet would not have given the benefit of the doubt.

What you believe to be important?
're just a tiny dot, a pawn on a chessboard much larger and complex than you, even a bishop, a tower, maybe a horse, nothing.

The wine is blowing strongly in his thoughts and sweeps away those cursed, who knows where they come from or why, but one thing is certain: it will be born.

What will happen to us tonight will be only for one night, a night like any other, in which a man and a woman decided to meet without a valid reason for the pleasure of tasting a mouth stranger, a skin comes from far away, two foreign eyes.

you thought would last, that I would be frozen next to you at the moment when we met?
Everything you think you love is fleeting hope, an illusion that you create, which you hold a handle to stop being afraid.
Why did you and I know. I know, and I keep telling you: these are not for you and never will be.

We run in a circle and we always return to the starting point.
takes my hand, do not go away.

Giro ride round, the world falls and fall too.

fall together and can not get up.
If they remain there with skinned knees without licking their wounds, moved from the habit, because it is easier to look at the pain of that in your.

He strokes my legs and push the hand further up between my thighs, alcohol runs through my veins and shoots zero reason.
But who am I really? How can I stand there inert?

you look in the eye and tells you, muttering words in a language you do not know, you can not know.
regains her, everything that has ever been since he saw the light in a night of spring, when the plant has all those tears.

And they were for her, for her and all.