wings ... and fly ... 
" I was wrong to give everything to lose, and I could not keep what he gave me ... I walked with a firm step sadly decided to end
marked me ... They say time is the cure, but nobody says that it will not be here, sitting on a staircase, remembering you ...
I do not bet on anyone again ... and again no way I am ... I will not go back to our street ... Now I will not sign my surrender
You were like a storm that was going through my life, and I hit the power color of your eyes, I lost my will and turned my love into something disposable ... "
The ecstasy of passion broke out between our bodies. Your eyes reflect the very image of a burning flame that our anatomies, together, emanating from each of the pores of our skin ...
whisper in my ear, then my eyes met yours and our lips are intertwined to the music of love and passion ...
Isolated from the world, in a corner of an old roof, moon witnessed our delivery openly, without fear ...
Orphans cold, lying on an old bed, slept until dawn light flooded the room, and then you disappeared again, like every morning when my eyes open slowly to look at the hole in your absence ...
One day, your reflection lingers in my mind and haunts the contiguous minutes to my awakening ... stunned, I try once again to take breath, to breathe the fresh air it mingles with the smoky noise outside ...
A shiver runs through me, I cover my body with a blanket and watch as time passes before my eyes, until dark, and I'm amazed watching the stars look out for that immense sky covered with black and orange tones ...
In the away, lost in the horizon, you can see a solitary star, a small ray of light, surrounded by shadows which darken his life ... This is how, far away, he leaves my life, away from my body, running from this insane world around me ...
The night is cold, stormy sky and my tears will not let me see all those stars lost, forgotten by all ...
light a cigarette, I wrap as usual in smoke leaving me ... the seasoning a little, now I forget everything, take refuge in myself to try to find ...
puff puff on my body I felt numb, my senses are stunned, but I
feel good ... Then, a capsule was introduced gently into my body, going one by one the bodies that make me ...
That little white substance causes an effect of ecstasy in me and slowly calms me, soothes me ...
my decrepit body is rapidly approaching cold soil of the roof, killing in a matter of seconds .... Soon, everything will sleepwalker walk over ... until death ... time to spread the wings and fly ...
Thoughts ... words ... 
"Now that the hangovers hurt and cut like a knife ... now no one greets us at the bars of Malasaña, that I cry, kisses and food by phone, flowers
I smoke, I cry sometimes when I sleep ... "
die or live, I doubt that the difference between these two things there ...
live always in the clouds, tiny flying meaningless worlds, worlds apparent, unreal, fantasy world, dark worlds ... Looking
out my window, drawing the silhouettes of people who have never been here ...
lay my head on the shoulder of my old pillow, wetting my face with worn memories, listening to songs about loneliness and sadness, the same sadness I feel I now plan to ...
Birds near my silhouette asleep at the threshold of that door that leads to death ... will land on me as if my body was inert statue, without any kind of life ... A slight yawn
me remember that I'm alive, I'm still breathing, I thought for a moment to do so, I thought it was over, but I was wrong, I'm still here ... Breathing in a dense
Smoke rises from a cigarette I think of you a moment, suddenly so vivid that image of you becomes
gray ... seems that my life will never be balanced, unquenchable sadness from my eyes screaming for help, asking for a absolution for this heart that beats stiff slowly dying inside my body ...
crystal molecules with a bittersweet now travel my face, gliding very slowly until it flows into my mouth and there perished one after another ...
Bad days those for memories, for happiness, bad days for everything ... I can not weave one another the words expended that travel and sleepy through my mind wander dazed and entranced ...
"I want to fly away from here away ... tell me, my love, who I will cry if you give me wings and flew away ... I sleep, I wake ... I want to be the rain other side of the pane, Perhaps someone wait for me in the dark ... "
Hearing the rain fall ... 
" I see the rain falling on my window I see but it is not raining it is not a reflection of Today my thoughts ... I miss you ... " His eyes radiated a happiness that was once shaded by smoke and noise ... now, he was a different person ...
Meanwhile, I'm still haunted by the ghosts of the past, longing for each minute the sweetness of his eyes fixed on mine ... I would not need, not need, but I need both, I sometimes feel afraid to feel ...
Days like today are those who would like to delete from my calendar, those in which the happiness happy people strolling the streets looking in every shop window in his face and drawing a big smile ... all world seems happy, happy, however, continue walking through my mind dark thoughts fulminate my smiles, turning them into incessant crying in every corner roof of this cold ... I love the roof
, I never tire of it, so many memories that live in it, everyone who has been there with me, enjoying this place, every time I go I feel protected, as if all those people who were here one day, will last over time and would continue with me, maybe because I feel his presence, I feel safe there ...
Remembering some event happened within those walls wet, outline a shy smile, and I turn slowly forgotten by that guitar in the corner, the strings to ring again, and let myself go into those memories, to these experiences and thus regain breath and get the strength to go ... and I perish here, day after day, night after night, at my window I glimpsed a moody cat in the dark, I stay there in silence, listening to the rain fall ...
