Puch Maxi Exhaust Manifold

The thought is so crazy and so sane.

If you think q I realize this does not work.

you care?

Maybe if

or whatever.

'm like a big tornado that carries everything in its path.

But does not help anything.

I serve what you give.

Eye.

Like what you give, but not enough.

But I need more and it's not fancy ... it's as I need.

I'm tired of praying, imagining, daydreaming of things that never happen, with life I have, with words do not listen, or you, or anyone.

Tired of waking up in the morning.

be awake during the day.

be awake listening to what you do not want. I DO NOT WANT.

I hope not. NO HOPE.

And say, then you expect? ...

hope things simple. As sincere hugs.

hope dreams fulfilled, but do not think it impossible dream ... do not think I dream things get crazy ... too simple.

I

tornado. Full of power, but evil forces.

That implodes and disarms me. I disassembled and explodes.

One change.

silence in war, fighting with my voice that insists on staying inside and not out ...

Roxana

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White Spot On The Inside Of My Lower Lip

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shhh ... Rosaries



bleeding.

First timid drops, then jets thick, clots.

His mouth was rimmed with red fluid pouring from his skin, his veins in his body was soaked.
His lips were confused at such humidity, fresh moisture. Flooded.

from her eyes, her tear, her eyelashes ... gushing, flowing, growing ... blood.

bleeding.

Her brown hair river water become red, dark
mind transformed into stone and stained crimson.

This time, he was mortally wounded. Other

sometimes only covered with tears.

Not this time.

Sometimes he used to know how to use weapons to perfection, struck with "words."

Not this time.

He wanted change, and used the deadly weapon. Silent.
His weapon was the most absolute silence and deadliest of all.

(Maybe the attack was not premeditated, but it happened)

His weapon was assassinated, a slow and painful death.
No spasms nor crying, not shaken by anything.

blind, blind. Knight

blind. Perhaps

thought the game would end as usual.

But not this time.

She was bleeding.

dying.

He could not see, or know ... it was gone.

That murderer, she, bleeding, just loved.




Roxana

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Big rumors

flashbacks

They return to my being



Seeking a signal and

clear look into your eyes ...
I can ,
wrap myself in the sun.

your words, yours as yours ...

answers questioned,
certainties and doubts

eternal questions ...

you ... my strange and sweet sentence ... here, there, ALWAYS




Roxana

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