
Una tarde calurosa de verano, era julio y termino siendo diciembre una noche fria y terminal que asesino al verano por completo. Corrientes de aire levantaban las hojas del suelo, el asfalto tan caliente que no podia dar ni un paso sin sentir quemar mis pies, entonces tuve que correr, obsecion, atraccion, incertidumbre, todo movido por tus manos.
Templados arboles alrededor callaban las voces en mi interior, abducido hasta la locura, no paraba de gritar en mi cabeza.
Totalmente acabado, agobiado, cansado, del cuerpo que a través del cual pasa la luz casi en su totalidad.
Apagado poco, a poco, mis palabras se desfasan una, a una no alcanzaba a completar una sola frase ya que me callabas con tu desdeño.
Ahora que e quedado expedito, la obsesion no tarda en aparecer, mientras tanto el verano avanza con o sin sentirlo. Mis cuencas se orbitan vacias,.. matame antes de dormir. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One hot summer afternoon, July or December was a cold night, that killed the summer. Drafts of the soil rose leaves, asphalt so hot that I could not take even a step without feeling burned my feet, so I had to run, Obsession, attraction, uncertainty, all moved by your hands.
Temperate trees around the voices were silent within me, abducted to the madness, kept shouting in my head.
Completely finished, overwhelmed, tired, the body through which light passes almost entirely. Off little by little, my words are out of phase one, one could not manage to complete a single sentence, as I street with your disdain.
Now that e been expedited, the obsession is soon to appear, while the summer progresses, with or without feeling. My basins is empty orbit, .. kill me before bed.
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