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You Will Miss Me When I Burn

Things end.
The last sip of water, when drunk, leave an empty glass.
The last letter of the last word in an old ink pen does complete his.
The last song on a CD silencing any stereo.

spent the last gesture of affection between two people is consumed without knowing that there will be no result.

This finding that Miss Wilson.

With inhuman force crossed into the temptation to go back, to step back footprints, her, that tore the soul for the abundance.

How many times you are willing to give up in order not to believe the evidence?

Well, now it was his turn and would not have missed.
And I write that Miss Wilson ... hug hug myself with all the love I deserve.

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Is not a pity ...

"Some people wait for the rain to keep from crying alone"

- F. De André -

Could it have been imperceptible to define the tangle of feelings " achieved " proven and experienced "sweaty " of Miss Wilson.

A singular coldness, which would not let sweat out in any way, through it from head to foot.

was not able to offer any "role " reflexive because the write-off of inspiration that was left, and some call despair, was in fact the painful eagerness of hope, he fed: and the body need to be aware of a state again.

His timing, his friendships, his silence, the organic life of its previous comeback to knock at number 117 Via the New Adventures of .
just hear the sound of the bell, and at the right time, open the door and say, "Hello world .

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How was it possible to preserve the last thin layer of tissue that separates, even protect, the skin of Miss Wilson from the world around her?
In those days the tip of his right and left had crept with arrogance and systematic repetition in his ears to allow not to hear.
He wanted to do something as simple to stop the frequencies of a pain pale, yet not well identified, understood, accepted, materialized ...
But there it was, and had blown the clouds in the sky that hung over his head. The research of silence
stopped his run only on the notes of a waltz by signing the eastern ... the ebb of those sounds was drifting slowly bringing the tide of discontent hung in the shadow of Miss Wilson.