"I just don't want you to... "
Well, I do not remember what is that thing that I can not stand you to do.
This amnesia is killing me.
This lack of memories, of ideas.
This need to remember something, even when I know that I wont.
Sometimes it is hard to notice that those things you dreamed, are over.
And you can not reach them.
Just because you forget them when you wake up.
Retahíla de sentimientos ridículos disfrazados de historias, o de poesias sin rima ni verso, de cuentos para niños que no son para niños, de ideas frustradas, y de gritos silenciosos.
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