tizocasinteasuck

Versión en Español "I hope to heal from you in a few days. I must stop smoking you, drinking you, thinking about you. It is possible. Following the prescriptions of morality in turn. I prescribe time, abstinence, loneliness. Is it okay with you if I love you for just a week? It is not much, nor is it little, it is enough. In a week you can gather all the words of love that have been spoken on earth and set them on fire. I'm going to warm you with that bonfire of burned love. And also the silence. Because the best words of love are between two people who don't say anything to each other. It should also burn, that other lateral and subversive language of the one who loves. (You know how I tell you that I love you when I say: "how hot is it", "give me water", "do you know how to drive?", "It got dark" ... Among the people, next to your people and mine, I told you "it is already late", and you knew that it said "I l