not want to speak to the soul ready to claw, or the underground ring in which I live mounted, or the deadly odor coming from very old restaurant which is near my house. I do not want to talk to the chaos, I will not do you persist ahead of time, do not invoke the end of your patience but I do not want to shut up. I do not want to turn into a farce of reality or that reality loses its magic. I want a balance and next to you may not be able to find it. Or maybe
. Perhaps it may appear at night in your dreams and tell you "want." Maybe I understand, you sit next to me, enjoy a sunny afternoon and we forget about the world, the responsibilities, nine to six with an hour (strict) for lunch at noon. We forget about the routine has distances, miles insurmountable, inescapable commitment, punctuality, aspirations. But do you know how long are they dreams? You know you can be seconds, minutes of nothing? And then?
really do not want to tell the dirty streets of the secrets to save half of my desire to become an advocate for a just cause, without mincing words, no backgrounds. I want to share with you, but today, of course, I know you will not accept. Maybe that's what you want. I finally finished ticking of unhappy, selfish, treacherous or child. That anything that looks interesting to tell you that everything is ringworm of complaint, that the sadness I tarnish tabs. We say goodbye rather than just limited to these meetings. I do not want to upload
me and my life routine.
But if you want, if you happen to want, I wait here in this city made of vicious circles and mirrors. Of smog . Cries and smiles in bulk content. In this city so absurd and so infinitely mine. Mine, although I accept it hurts.
Joanna Ruiz Méndez
. Perhaps it may appear at night in your dreams and tell you "want." Maybe I understand, you sit next to me, enjoy a sunny afternoon and we forget about the world, the responsibilities, nine to six with an hour (strict) for lunch at noon. We forget about the routine has distances, miles insurmountable, inescapable commitment, punctuality, aspirations. But do you know how long are they dreams? You know you can be seconds, minutes of nothing? And then?
really do not want to tell the dirty streets of the secrets to save half of my desire to become an advocate for a just cause, without mincing words, no backgrounds. I want to share with you, but today, of course, I know you will not accept. Maybe that's what you want. I finally finished ticking of unhappy, selfish, treacherous or child. That anything that looks interesting to tell you that everything is ringworm of complaint, that the sadness I tarnish tabs. We say goodbye rather than just limited to these meetings. I do not want to upload
me and my life routine.
But if you want, if you happen to want, I wait here in this city made of vicious circles and mirrors. Of smog . Cries and smiles in bulk content. In this city so absurd and so infinitely mine. Mine, although I accept it hurts.
Joanna Ruiz Méndez
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