remember I asked a few moments, just a few.
In the first picture you are, smiling under a beautiful ray of light and wavy hair that warned about the wind blowing in that place. I think 've never been this happy and Oaxaca gave you these moments. In the image just you, just in front of the huge structures that captivated you so much, there was not anyone else and maybe features would not guess the place, but how could I forget the light of your face on that day?
Now you, brother, baby, the youngest, the one day I made the most beautiful pictures that anyone can imagine. Gave it to me in the paths I still see the toys and bright colors for sure it was a clinical and below reading "Hospital for big kids." As I watched I knew it was a place for me. In your image you added what you could just a phrase that sometimes the absurd but we spent that day had greater significance than any words could have. I love you too. I want to get into your drawing and let me come back to draw with that love and well back.
Now comes my other brothers and my parents on any given day, long ago. Our house was small and we were forced to be together. It was not possible to forget those nights when my father arrived in the mood yet and we were about to see those programs that used humor to convey on national television. My mother sometimes we embraced and sheltered on the couch, me and my brothers the world knew little and weaknesses and that at that time were in what many call the center of society, the center of life itself. There was only this time, any joy was short compared to any other place slightly warm. Even now I'm sorry.
If there was a pet to remember it was you, an example of fidelity. However, the image that comes now is not the happiest, but the one that best illustrates the time you lived with us. At the door of the white gate was your body. That day in the morning I accompanied as always on the way to school and I could only give you a pat on the head as he saw me waving goodbye, but I did not realize. Returned to classes in tow and I did not think about you all day, I did not worry much, yeah sure you did it for me and I no longer had time to see me arrive safely. Thank you, what else could say, for having always your joy reflected in your head on my leg.
And the music, my dream of playing guitar met the red and all the rock in that space lighted silhouettes only let me guess you all and my grandmother in a soulful kiss on the eyes, those were always saying my grandfather and I have not returned, you, my friends stupidly dead sky bathed in blood, leaving a grief so deep and miserable.
di kisses do not know how, now one by one they are taking as a cascade, is just an image but I can feel again and again receive all the love in each printed. Some were really beautiful, so innocent others and some more with a passion that I have to admit I still exciting.
The holidays always meant a time I enjoyed with all the joy. The tree filled with white lights reflected in the fields and the colorful decorations and a show meant that little half-room lighting. The odors are special fragrance combines the tree branches, candles and all those newly off fruits that only reach the exquisite taste for the cold weather. I do not see more than that, the place of my childhood, where he ran before sunrise and discovered the magic of all those gifts. My fears
absurd and sound, so watch the cars, the streets where I left roads and surely helped me to imagine a story, my school and my teachers, some remembered only until today, I sitting, standing, in all possible positions that gives life; crying and laughing, hateful, in full fighting and sex, delicious sex ...
Someone told me, when you get there there is no time, everything ends, not true! I came here and I realize that it is only the sum of all time, all the while, an infinite sum and now I understand everything.
remember I asked some time and someone gave me. Die!
In the first picture you are, smiling under a beautiful ray of light and wavy hair that warned about the wind blowing in that place. I think 've never been this happy and Oaxaca gave you these moments. In the image just you, just in front of the huge structures that captivated you so much, there was not anyone else and maybe features would not guess the place, but how could I forget the light of your face on that day?
Now you, brother, baby, the youngest, the one day I made the most beautiful pictures that anyone can imagine. Gave it to me in the paths I still see the toys and bright colors for sure it was a clinical and below reading "Hospital for big kids." As I watched I knew it was a place for me. In your image you added what you could just a phrase that sometimes the absurd but we spent that day had greater significance than any words could have. I love you too. I want to get into your drawing and let me come back to draw with that love and well back.
Now comes my other brothers and my parents on any given day, long ago. Our house was small and we were forced to be together. It was not possible to forget those nights when my father arrived in the mood yet and we were about to see those programs that used humor to convey on national television. My mother sometimes we embraced and sheltered on the couch, me and my brothers the world knew little and weaknesses and that at that time were in what many call the center of society, the center of life itself. There was only this time, any joy was short compared to any other place slightly warm. Even now I'm sorry.
If there was a pet to remember it was you, an example of fidelity. However, the image that comes now is not the happiest, but the one that best illustrates the time you lived with us. At the door of the white gate was your body. That day in the morning I accompanied as always on the way to school and I could only give you a pat on the head as he saw me waving goodbye, but I did not realize. Returned to classes in tow and I did not think about you all day, I did not worry much, yeah sure you did it for me and I no longer had time to see me arrive safely. Thank you, what else could say, for having always your joy reflected in your head on my leg.
And the music, my dream of playing guitar met the red and all the rock in that space lighted silhouettes only let me guess you all and my grandmother in a soulful kiss on the eyes, those were always saying my grandfather and I have not returned, you, my friends stupidly dead sky bathed in blood, leaving a grief so deep and miserable.
di kisses do not know how, now one by one they are taking as a cascade, is just an image but I can feel again and again receive all the love in each printed. Some were really beautiful, so innocent others and some more with a passion that I have to admit I still exciting.
The holidays always meant a time I enjoyed with all the joy. The tree filled with white lights reflected in the fields and the colorful decorations and a show meant that little half-room lighting. The odors are special fragrance combines the tree branches, candles and all those newly off fruits that only reach the exquisite taste for the cold weather. I do not see more than that, the place of my childhood, where he ran before sunrise and discovered the magic of all those gifts. My fears
absurd and sound, so watch the cars, the streets where I left roads and surely helped me to imagine a story, my school and my teachers, some remembered only until today, I sitting, standing, in all possible positions that gives life; crying and laughing, hateful, in full fighting and sex, delicious sex ...
Someone told me, when you get there there is no time, everything ends, not true! I came here and I realize that it is only the sum of all time, all the while, an infinite sum and now I understand everything.
remember I asked some time and someone gave me. Die!
