April 30 2 008
My life without me
I have pleasure in presenting you to Maica.
Maica is extrovert,
Chance, unconscious.
Marisol is real, he drizzles, reliable.
Maica submits to its intentions,
On the contrary Marisol.
It has caution, and measures everything with premise.
Maica bewilders with its answers, happens unnoticed for
Real.
When it salts the sun, he washes its face with soap. turns on the computer.
Marisol prepares coffee in the morning
Sweet its look, given smile.
Maica makes himself comfortable in its cell,
Immersed in tortuous sounds,
Different nonsense, they go out of its
Mind, which makes come to turn
Of the loudspeakers of others.
Marisol on the contrary,
Pasta, rice, meat, fish?
I will prepare the account book,
I have to arrange my life,
I have to clean my goals,
To shake histories, to perfume
The glory.
Maica is still immersed in its underworld
He does not think about its life, only he writes
And he writes, chapurrea and chapurrea.
Maica desdibuja its philosophy between
Manualidades, verbiages,
Details, trasnoches,
Servilities, impure,
Feline, haughty.
Marisol, do not listen to it
When you are going to forget it.
When you will withdraw the hand from him,
This way to continue our way
To be able to cover, live,
And to be born again.
Eight long years,
You have betrayed me.
You have sold your soul
And the worst thing still,
You do not feel the calmness.
I hope that one day you should wake up
And let's turn to meet again.
Friends, not at all of k you read
Alone is product of your imagination
Happy day … … …
. Maica you know that I like reading to you, in abundance it is not necessary to highlight that you are always a very variegated, and definite woman. but like the doubt, which my curiosida wakes up ….Estas sensations
and emotions of the one whom they salt.?. of Maica or Marisol?.por that I see the same person in both, what happens is that each one goes out in the context that better siente.y that is necessary opportunely. You meet both and that girl. it is a luck. PD there is no treachery. Maica and Marisol andaron you always join although you, did not realize … bessitos ….jaajajjajaja to fuck at two o'clock. ajajajajjja¿ de Maica o Marisol?.por que yo veo a la misma persona en ambas , lo que ocurre es que cada una sale en el contexto que mejor se siente.y que precisa oportuno. Tu conoces a ambas y eso niña…. es una suerte . PD no hay traicion ..Maica y Marisol siempre andaron juntas aunque tu,,,,no te dieras cuenta…bessitos….jaajajjajaja joder a las dos..ajajajajjja
Beautiful lesson the one that you give us with your poetry, the duality of the human being, who is who. The life is like a dance of disguises, where each of the assistants takes its mask according to the suit that it exhibits, who is who … the one that is present at the dance or the one that raises in the morning without makeup … Undoubtedly the two, some live through the life to 50-50 others to 20-80, after all 100 % is what it counts, and I admire yours.
Thanks to the two for answering,
k given the circumstances I have not
overdraft nothing new.
But he makes us ponder at least,
you are two friends inconmiables.
And I love k be participants of
quite it k I write.
Once again thank you messa and sweep
for being as you are
Kisses:*:*
Maica learned too much in this refuge created to measurement for her, this place that distills fantasies and penetrates limits in a potentiality stage, a place without rules where everything seems to be possible. And there the unfolded one piltrafilla amuses herself caressing and curling the squeezed golden circles of its own gap.
Marisol is already not Marisol, because the personage of the fiction took possession of her in a trip without comeback. Because he went so far as to believe the actress, the queen that they were adoring these compulsive souls without anything special to offer.
Maica listens attempts Marisol, when he speaks to him with its eyes full of life of the love, but that, in its real solitary moments, it him whispers convincing to the ear arguing him that the love does not exist, because it is knowing, and has been daubed of everything low and mean of the human being, losing in its game all faith.
Marisol begs Maica that does not chase it, that leaves of martillear its conscience, which wants to be a free almenos in its heart. That porqué when it caresses the happiness there always appear these heartbreaking screams that provoke the flights towards labyrinths and ravines without exit.
Marisol was contaminated with Maica, it was invaded by this being who is known alone, this being superficial and replete with excesses and also it presumes of them. This being with the aptitude to finish with everything authentic.
And like that, soft, serene, calm, between tears … the only one that exists, admits that only she … this way, he has decided to work this future.
Everything else, including this deep and philosophical roll, there are simple illusions.
Me anonymous darling on having read your comment
I know by intuition that you never met not Maica
Not to Marisol, not to piltrafilla.
Not only you try to psychoanalyse the personage
If not, to the proper person.
At least you denounce yourself on having named to piltrafilla
And we already know that you are another personage of the fiction.
And very brave certainly, on having been camouflaged to give me
Your writing as subtle as irreverent.
We cannot give you our opinion about you for k it is not excellent
In this writing.
Why of “Cudgels“ only do we know k it is an ant also of the fiction.
Do I love the interest that I wake up in your personage or in your person?
You will be able to camouflage yourself in the space but never in the real life
That is where we all belong nevertheless thanks for writing
And a greeting of any of the three
Maica has its delight, I like its madness, its spontaneity, its delicacy, its bravery, its groan … … Maica walks loss in the darkness, some time ago that it is. He looks for an imaginary happiness that does not come.
Marisol is the person, the tenderness, the good sense. Marisol if that it can love and be dear. Marisol is very different from Maica. I like more Marisol. Marisol es muy distinta a Maica. Me gusta mas Marisol.
Good Epsilo if you like Marisol
you are lucky, why it is her k really
you know, maica it disappeared some time ago
only kedan some valuable threads
in the infinite,
Marisol lasts
A kiss:*