dialogo monologuizado
hoy me siento encerrada
(dentro)
y suena
y hace frío
mucho
y yo hago pasteles
es más a cristal blindado a lo que suena
a dos lados
[Blue Eyed Soul]
Saturday, October 13, 2007
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6 comments:
you are so beatutiful
(inside)
and
outside
besos con sabor a pastel de manzana
sueños de cristalina mañana
;)
hay cosas que son evidentes, ma petite...
un besito madrugador
un sueño danzarin
miss you both entre apple pies, maybe I should get a piece y lanzar los papeles al aire, todo papel tiene derecho a volar, quién soy yo para encadenarlo a una mesa... miss you both, hay manzanas, está wilco, parece que incluso va a llover, pero faltáis vosotras.
(a punto estuve hoy de comprarme unas rojas... yo siempre quise comprarme unas rojas de plástico brillante porque necesariamente el rojo brillante es más impermeable que ninguno)
que bien econtraros de repente en una habitación, así tan juntas. No será la primera vez, no será la última, siempre llegaremos alguna parte si caminamos lo bastante...
besos de manzanas de agua
¿ese hacer pasteles no tendrá el mismo efecto efímero que los pasteles de fresa de caperucita en manhattan?
¿el mismo sentido?
Cuatro de azúcar en mi pastel que la vida ya es bastante amarga, por favor :-)
Pastel de chocolate y avellanas...
Un beso que rompe paréntesis
=)
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