Menguante sin brillo

@Shakand

Cuántas lunas,

mi vida,

pasaran sobre nuestra historia

Cuántas lunas

cariño,

habrá que dejar pasar

para vernos

Cuántas nubes

nos dejaran

sin ver su brillo

Cuántas lunas

llenas

moverán nuestros instintos

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You just want to feel blue!

@Shakand I learned something today I just realize that sometimes you don't want to hear how good you are, sometimes, you just want to feel blue! Even when the words you hear it comes from a place of sincerity and probably you know it it is possible that the greatness shit you hear, could be right, and you agree, give the smile, saying thank you but... it is not a time to feel great about it cuz the circumstances You just need to feel it and through the anxiety, stop breathing for a second, drink a good young wine, smoke a cigarette very slow, scream a little bit, perhaps let two or three tears fells down. your body recognize the courage you need to have not physical contact with the wall, don't get a sleep for two nights, see your clock and watch the time go by, pretend to listen people,...

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