Jc Pennys Credit Card

are .... Thought

Tonight is the night of the New Moon.

We speak

and curse against my nature,

wild and rebellious,

fickle and selfish.

I'm like the wind that penetrates

bones and you stay inside

running away a moment later.

Sottile.

Hungry.

Countercurrent.

Stubborn.

I shattered the impossible

because I want what I can not have,

because I did it my way.

Different but free.

anxiety are restlessness,

childhood nostalgia, melancholy

a day

of rain.

are fragments of a broken mirror.

are all women

yet is only my soul

Virgin

prostitute and evil angels.

not try to understand me

'll be swept away without realizing it,

and do not think

become your torment.

Because, in my innocence,
you cut out her tongue and soul.

Since my hair is snakes

that envelops you and

my hands and my fingertips

heady rose petals

throwing ragnetele

you will trap .

Yes, do not try to understand me,

crazy.

Since I am the hallucination

death in the flames of the fire,

the vain desire,

thought of tenderness and lust,

evil and inappropriate

that buzzes between the warmth of home.

But do not hate me, because every package

my soul is boundless,

my love silent and secret
because I suffer in silence and
mask my pain
white with laughter ...

As most of you all I

I had the courage to dare

on the stage of life,

to leap into the dark abyss,

because I experienced the pain and accepted the

suffering arms wide open ...

Since I put an end to life ...

Because they are true to myself

and as they are and will always un'incompresa ..

Judged trivial or superficial

just because I do not care

reveal to the world

but only to the people who elected me!

have the image that cuts through the clouds,

rapidly changing and moves

with the wind,

unstable and erratic

invisible but present.

Because they are the shadows of the night,

one who hears your whispers

yearn and to which your dreams and nightmares ...

one who sees the invisible

at night and listen in silence

the voices of spirits.

To you who read ...

if you love me

know that the sign of my presence

will affect the soul ...

Since I am not the image of the rose

but its invisible perfume

not the flower that sprouts from the earth

but the seed that led to

and the root that protects him.

not sunlight at noon

but its dawn and its twilight,

the silent meteor plunges

suddenly exploding in the center of your chest ...

not the storm water that breaks on the rocks

but the patience of the waves

slip on the shore.

To you who read

and you really want to penetrate

my eyes only

apparently do not speak ...

When you can enter

and see my breath,

have the gift of my soul ...

"In life you die"