should be a crime to waste a day, let it slip through your fingers, do not leave the bubble as a matter of existential laziness. But today I did. I closed my eyes and left me to the only caresses my skin with no starts.
I traced a perfect day and mythical phrases sugary sensations, then locked in a nebula and, given the uncertainty of what to do with such freedom, I decided to leave pinned in that line where you end up buying dreams that begin to sleep and frivolous sheetsflavored as disappointment. Today
ties snatched the license is only reserved for interesting lives with something to tell the coffee hour, and stopped all: eternal circles, dancing lights and smoke, the imperatives ... even freeze the sun above him on the whim 
routine threw the hand away and hid. Today would not be cowardice, but the right to existgo beyond the chessboard. Today was the day to find the exact formulation of perfect awakening, did not see the alarm exile across the border?
And so, emptying the mind wandering, because of no use if no one hears them and smile, I realized that making ends meet with the silhouette of his fingers against the dim light of the forbidden is sometimes spelled better.
phrase: People believed to be immortal, so they stay still and take refuge in a rut, staying there paralyzed - Felix de Azua CHTML
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