This is not a story.
not wait to read a story to use, with a beginning, middle and end. Here you will not find. Solo is a passage in our lives. And as we rock at will, without sense or logic to square the circle.
Nothing more ...
Remember when you met?, Walked among half-empty glasses of liquor, sweaty bodies and smoke hashish. Night was the end of the year, and our pupils were crossed after the twelfth bell.
The attraction was instantaneous.
A nuclear explosion that had us talking until the first light turn on local and off the last of your room.
Within months, we steal kisses on the sly to share a flat.
gods We were creating a new sexual. machines capable of generating divine orgasms and ejaculate glory .... Our bodies won with sweat, plastic and self-esteem, opening the third reich of love.
flew afternoon between the sheets. Two trains going in compared in the same way, and that sooner or later, would eventually crash. The passion that was both Eden and grave.
student jumped to the precariousness of the grantee, and the glass bubble began to crack.
With each discussion, the miracle of the loaves and fishes degenerated into crumbs and bones. The path to isolation, we seemed soft, monotonous and downs. A slow down of two primordial beings to the catacombs of idleness teeth gnashing among the copper taste words.
retrasábamos We counted to ten and inevitable: the impossibility of bringing together the milk, oil and discover the lies the story of the dairy ...
Either way, we could weather the storm. We liberated France, and after falling Berlin, hid under the mat fascism where we cornered.
got a truce. D. One year
But love acts as a flaming serpent or tailless head. Reborn on our ashes, and once we burned and risen remorselessly us out back to hell.
Our eyes were stained in black and blindness became inevitable.
passed the hours, minutes and seconds ...
deceive the night with lovers of white, pink and blue: the rainbow against anxiety.
officials
mutate sex, moth-eaten to death on our side of the bed. Us about brain inactivity, and we lacked vitality fetal life that we were unable to breed.
With the separation and years accumulate friends, achievements and new experiences. Children, families and brothers. We went from having 54 friends on facebook, to be 127.
And now invisible chain entwined us, unite us again. My friend request pending a coffee became nothing casual in that bar. After our initial silence, sounded again and the twelve strokes back on my bed.
Because one day we had to be Charon and another giving the oar, we found a new opportunity, leaving everything behind.
now dawns, and the first rays of sunlight reveals standing nude, looking in the mirror. I think when I see your reflection, that our souls are ridden on the back of the snake. Partner in the turning of the wheel. Oval links forming a seamless whole. Eternity.
When will consume us again? I do not know. I told you, darling, do not look the way to squaring the circle.
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