¿To return?

If I turn, I will be trapped or I will smile for you knowing that it is not what you are like, knowing that you will be the best you are and were or could be.

The affection remains but tell me, I kill it or I leave it.

Breezes in afternoons of return to my home, of my acts and instincts that only infuse a love that is reflected, your perfume that emanated from your pores became accustomed to me, that when I wanted to return, it was lost.

I gave him a home, where you rested your ear on a resonant

heart

that dazzled your closeness, your arms supporting my descent more so that I would see around me how was a different world to others, from a clear perspective, like watching the stars from the darkest night, to see them shine like luxurious stones with your words when saying me

I invite you to witness them with me.
You stay?

I hold memories, I'm so young but so old. Did I meet you in other lives, or is it the first time? We have not seen? Or is this just the last time of our paths for eternity?

Do not make this more difficult, I can sacrifice myself just as I am, to get away even if it costs me for me. Forget you..

You say you know the time, but you're still youth flourishing. Understand, I crumble like sand running on the clock, will you let me finish?

I had a story in my mind, it was not a fable but for me it came to the very bright and intelligent.

beings who knew each other in exact moments of their lives.Your maturity would make you go back to your youth so that each knew the maturity of another, that for their meeting can be seen after so long and be able to be held by the hands that once was theirs but was separated.

• She
  k
  new and the
  y
  oung. My farewell will hurt him but he will know how to face it. See the stars
• He
  k
  new and she
  y
  oung. My farewell to her will be a dream, she will want to find me, but she will not be able to.

I identify with the history of the wolf and the sheep.
-Oveja: Once upon a time, a tall, pale man lived alone in a forest, and everyone was afraid of him, nobody came near him.
One day I take his ax and cut it in half!
2 beings came out of the ...
-Wolf: Why was sheep divided?
-Eveja: To not be alone.
-Lobo: For if, have a friend ...?
-Eveja: For if to have a friend ...

I think I'm forgetting something!

My messages tear me, my fingers are directed to these words I use to catalyze in writing, to endure the urge to tell you in a special statement, I try to rest, it is not the carnal, it is not the provocation, it is not the act of feeling , the best in a long time was, I wait for you ...

"You are the being .. What did you share with me a lonely emptiness? Or did you fear the presence of the lonely man?
Last time I saw you, April 17. "