DISPARARTE 1.1

Parezco estática, pero es el asombro de mi súbita belleza.
Parezco inerte, pero es la inercia que me provoca la carencia del contacto con tu cuerpo.
Esta pasividad aparente es sólo el resultado del torbellino de sensaciones impetuosas que hiciste correr por mis vetas y que ahora quedan lacradas bajo el efecto de tus manos y de tus besos.
Si te sientas... ya no me quiebro.


Have u ever fell confusing, harming, angustiantes but great feelings about someone? that thing that makes u smile and have a reason to "make" the day...
That cosquilla in your stomach, htat shacking in the knees, that threatening in your tongue that makes non-sense words come out from your mouth...
Foolish words into the brain, but actually intelligent sensations into your hearth.
Everything comes at the same time but with a different pace. Everything -outside- seems to be right, to be igual... but the crazyness inside yourself is beginning to empezar a sentir.
U're awaking. Every vello de tu cuerpo knows it. So stressing... so great"ing"... so awar"ing"... so a big sin.
So intelligent... so foolish and joke"ing" at the time.
So both but so alone just to think and write so many things at this time.

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I already know what is happening.
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Don't touch, don't seguir, don't stay here inside me.

My mano is shaking. Have to stop escribir.
Whenever. Forever.

AGM