Friday, March 6, 2009
eyes shouting and soul calls succour
Just one more day as the other, where the eyes are closed and the act of respiration seems so complex and complicated as a smash-head of thousand pieces.No obstacle to the touch of his hands. Body free, skin on effect of general anesthesia. Soul imprisoned, mind in a coma for an indefinite period.She always used his body as invitation of entry for verything, understand this as prefer but without comment, please. I would not like to think, because it was his head touch.
I would not like to love, because it was his heart latejar... She I only wish that the days go and that the long run, only that.was afraid of net in the other, to suffer for another, weep... fear... If occupying not think... If condemning in escape herself, she forgot that comes a time that does not give pra flee.
At some time the people is alone in the room and everything which may not be, is... eyes close and the flashback happens, the eyes shouting and soul calls succour.
We are forced, but not by another or by fear. We even, prisoners in crates of our soul. In a place where we will not see the sun birth square, but the heart birth burned...