I'm drowning in heavy air, you hear a rustle in the deep and my heart is breaking. augujero exhausts the substance that makes me smile, little by little green, blue and yellow purple dripping on my chest and thin soil their clothes. a hurricane of ideas sad hits my body, throwing it away. then pulled the dress there is no longer seen as strange and dirty, and I start to lift the small pieces of glass. I can see your image on them still, suspended in the desire to be close. to contact the fluid melts on my hands a little puddle of bright light reflecting my eyes, and turn them you are. I stay quiet and to look at you, so I can miss one. I am tempted to drink you with a thirst on their backs and the warm air. fresh light runs down my throat as if he knew where it came from and where they want to go, my heart stops and rebuilt crack. I get up to walk the path of the absurd. I do not think this is a dream, I can still see my hands.
