Today envied my conscience, that Glitter Wings jumped out the window, sliding down the silhouettes of buildings, perching in the darkest recesses of your dreams ...
Stare, hidden in those photos, climbing through the cracks in her hair and swinging on the brightness of those eyes.
As memories fabric scraps piled in the drawer of oblivion, the scissors cut the time and eager to be rescued by the melancholy, the taste of coffee and the heavy smoke our first cigarette.
Sometimes I feel lonely giving me the cold hammering since you're not, removing the pins from the madness and handing over the crumbs of a heart used to the first hungry dog \u200b\u200bhowling.
The echo of laughter destroys my integrity, the silhouette of the empty classes certainly blurs all the bad times that we lived, to transform them much to my chagrin, tattooed bones in the drawer of forgotten and in the alleys of maybe.
The breeze dying vagabond childhood, choking on the corners in years filled with beer and repulsion.
The minute the leaves are removed in millions of hollow sections, the good times fade into strokes burned in lamentation and illusion. You can almost feel
can almost palpable ... this way, these tracks, that travel with suitcases full of verses and chords, dreams and friends, the smell of sheets dried in the sun, clay and mud on the hems.
Sorry?
childhood is dead and the weight of the mature tied to your ankles.
is the time in heels and the memories filling your pockets.
People no longer is, people who left, those who come and go, which have always been there, who are to come and that unfortunately .. . always miss.
Again and as usual I will be sorry for my absence. Puffff unfortunately do not have as much time as I would like to desahoigarme here every day uu know not to tell ... so much has happened ....
a couple of weeks ago a girl came to my house Italian exchange, called Monica Spinello.
At first I was very shy and reserved, but then fit and began to loosen.
The worst? As expected, she had to eat every day with me and as it was obvious he realized that well ... did not eat too much ...
I just told him no breakfast or snack, or dinner, only eating and not too much, but she obviously did not see it normal ... and had nothing better to do than discuss this with my boyfriend who is also suspected as ...
he says I have to get fat, I'm too thin, the worst thing is that I have never like him and many others I try to hide and pass ...
Furthermore, if the exchange had been little Italian girl with anorexia, called Elisabetta and had just left a clinic when he arrived in Spain, weighed 36 kilos and just went back to Italy to intern ... was sympathetic but do not talk much, his English partner kept telling me not eating anything and that if he ate something tugging hours in the bathroom. I felt hypocritical
... though he saw the broken hands and hair ... in the deepest part of me wanted to be like her ...
The worst was one night, veníamso to make a trip to Cordoba where I could not help eating and before going out for drinks with other colleagues, I got to throw the bathroom and shower.
did not fall in my bathroom was right next to Monica's bedroom.
not know if you noticed, but when we leave the house I said "Elisabetta takes hours in the bathroom after eating, vomiting all the time" I kept his eyes a few seconds and we were silent to leave my house.
And then it ... with my boyfriend and such, and she kept saying that not eating a bit overwhelming pufff all ... but the truth is that I miss, and even cried to dismiss. Luckily in ten days we will be there in Italy, but I'm afraid the subject of food: s do not know what to do with it ... pufff I have ten days to warm the head with it>. The <
Last week I had a rock festival
>. < I loved it, and it is best that I could go with Diego and many other friends worst? there was my ex, working security officer ... It was an uncomfortable feeling among and victorious ... by a party does not want to see him, I felt like the earth swallowed me and I felt my stomach ... the other, I am glad to see he was more ugly (yes, it's childish but it's something you like whenever you see an ex) and nothing, the conversation empty and cold ... as he always seemed to want to be friendly and unfortunately I em behaved much too cold and distant ... I regret now qizás a little.
The day after the concert we went to Granada (my hometown) to see my grandparents (I did all the Hangover suitcase upside down) and catch up with my friends ... the echo a lot less ... but for some strange reason I feel that I have hí, despite the distance, and em love those dead hours at any bar, sitting fixing the world or just catching up on our lives
^ ^ I also saw a White, my friend life, which it obviously has anorexia but does not admit ... I sometimes think that this is cancer.
Of course! within two days I do two months with Diego ... time passes quickly demsiado and, having fixed the camera and seeing all the photos with my ex fill me with nostalgia y. .. doubt, even if he wants to Diego, at this moment I feel millions of emotions.
I would tell you more but I cast (always writing of contraband)
million no-calorie sweet kisses my princess!
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