write when I'm depressed.
At night, the demon called loneliness calls me with his dirty hands, trembling and full of pictures to follow.
And my tears shed on the pillow there are as silent witnesses of my fits of rage, anxiety and crazy sorrow.
Yesterday I dreamed you, again shared our magnificent moments, my travels and turns look beside you multifaceted. I saw your hands on my chest trying to resuscitate each that unemployment came and took hold of me.
Nurse, I realize I need the warmth of your members through my body. I implore your words to clean and purify my soul, one more time.
fell down every time something touches my mind and makes it glow with projections that were already hurt my heart yet.
For now I can not get to walk my dog, I'm not going to the movies, I do not bath, toe nails and not cut out, not play football on Sundays, I do not get carried away by the TV, no work, not sleep and neither managed to maintain an erection.
The other day I decided to get up and walk. All that did was lift the lid toilet to shit. I would throw in the same way your memory nurse.
bed I keep thinking and it makes me ill. And that is when my brain a flame of goodness and happiness comes to burn is immediately suffocated by the cold of neglect, bad for no reason.
Who says man is thinking and vision of the divine and that this is a blessing with which we should feel fortunate to be wrong. I want to be a dog eat, shit, grab, and sleep ...
I instinctively want to move without worry in mentalizing ideas as painful as love, hate, love and everything that entails some reason.
just drink and drink something. It's more the beer and not I like the vomiting continuously. I regurgitarte
nurse. I think you live inside me like hell, sticking a pin in my heart every time you want.
And all this because I'm going to be another year without seeing you. I implore you, I miss you even more: you forgave the physical and mental disorders left in me. But please leave me, let me live, I pleaded.
Would you only do this for me? Soledad
do you call a nurse? Don Fer
November 2007
At night, the demon called loneliness calls me with his dirty hands, trembling and full of pictures to follow.
And my tears shed on the pillow there are as silent witnesses of my fits of rage, anxiety and crazy sorrow.
Yesterday I dreamed you, again shared our magnificent moments, my travels and turns look beside you multifaceted. I saw your hands on my chest trying to resuscitate each that unemployment came and took hold of me.
Nurse, I realize I need the warmth of your members through my body. I implore your words to clean and purify my soul, one more time.
fell down every time something touches my mind and makes it glow with projections that were already hurt my heart yet.
For now I can not get to walk my dog, I'm not going to the movies, I do not bath, toe nails and not cut out, not play football on Sundays, I do not get carried away by the TV, no work, not sleep and neither managed to maintain an erection.
The other day I decided to get up and walk. All that did was lift the lid toilet to shit. I would throw in the same way your memory nurse.
bed I keep thinking and it makes me ill. And that is when my brain a flame of goodness and happiness comes to burn is immediately suffocated by the cold of neglect, bad for no reason.
Who says man is thinking and vision of the divine and that this is a blessing with which we should feel fortunate to be wrong. I want to be a dog eat, shit, grab, and sleep ...
I instinctively want to move without worry in mentalizing ideas as painful as love, hate, love and everything that entails some reason.
just drink and drink something. It's more the beer and not I like the vomiting continuously. I regurgitarte
nurse. I think you live inside me like hell, sticking a pin in my heart every time you want.
And all this because I'm going to be another year without seeing you. I implore you, I miss you even more: you forgave the physical and mental disorders left in me. But please leave me, let me live, I pleaded.
Would you only do this for me? Soledad
do you call a nurse? Don Fer
November 2007
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