Christmas Card
It's a mostache
Let's in fine some beautiful place
to get lose.
Never let go of your
DREAMS
The nature replaced the air in my lungs.
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.
― Charles Bukowski
I wanted and was disheveled, without makeup ... and with my glasses. I wanted letters, papers, and tiredness. I wanted angry, sad and melancholy ... I wanted on gray days, barefoot and in heels. In costume or pajamas. I wanted passionate or cold. I wanted indifferent and attentive. I wanted talkative and quiet.
I wanted so written in the past, why not even know if I want.
Be free and imagine that world in which no one in the limit anyone stop you, be free for only a moment.
I don’t think about you anymore but, I don’t think about you any less.
- My brother was born in 1998
- I saw the cartoons
- I lived in Puebla before.
- My mom went to the store
- My dad bought food another day.
- Mariana came the party of your mom.
- Roberto gave chocolate.
- My mom was born in Puebla.
- I went to school yesterday.
- My uncle swam in the beach.
Talk is chearp actions are priceless.












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