Come to my bed, dance with me. I wanna feel the experience of your breath on my skin and notice how your eyes are stuck in my soul again and again. Nothing would like more you lose with me in my sheets and see your body wake up next to mine when the sun bring us back to reality. Be my sins confidant. Turn me on again. Hold my hand while we walked down the street of lust, don't let me go anywhere else. Let's go up to the starts tonight. Put the tips of your fingers on my back over and over. Share with me the soft taste of your touch. Don't separate your lips of my lips, because I want to sleep...2cm of your breath.
lunes, 18 de junio de 2012
Conversations with an absent God.
Looking at the sky, praying to an absent God.Shaping the clouds, trying to recover the lost faith. No sign of there above, it is easier to believe in the ravages that leaves the devil.
And while 6.984.895.594 soldiers without weapons continue to struggle in a war by losing, we continue, without news of God.
