Saturday, July 25, 2009

Installing Bootleged Reason

Never mind the memories

S fresco-inlet in the yard, accompanied but neutral face and vacant eyes, I watched while waiting for the warden I get rid of the barrier that separated me from you.

E No wait, my mind conjured you as a woman of hidden emotions, for you it was a sign of weakness display, understandable by the battles that life has had to fight.

S and these thoughts vanished when discovered eternal in our eyes and emotion in your face broke out. While deftly wipe your tears, I already knew that you remembered me, what joy!, For my mother told me I just wondered.

A arms as few had given and received were ours. So much and so few words ... Cast in the love you tenderly caressed like a child, where the soft skin of this one, you were rows of a life lived intensely, and where a head with a whole world to discover, you gray head was lost memories no chance they can be rebuilt.

l E time for you are just moments. The moment when we cross our eyes, when we moved, we hugged and exchanged love ... The moment he asked me again and again how many children I have and smiling ... In which you offered me candy and, childishly, hid the bag so that nobody else will ask ... Whoever took the opportunity to photograph you and then did not recognize you looking at you ... The moment I said goodbye to one up soon and a kiss on the forehead.

Those moments, IAIA,
the little things that make you happy.
And me too.

. : H

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