chitrangda

You are the toys that played, the slangs that used, the secrets that kept, vc you are its preferred beach, vc you are the renascido one after the accident that escaped, that stuned love that lived, the serious colloquy that had one day with its father, vc you are what vc remember. You are the homesickness that feels of its mother, the infancy who vc remember, pain not to have given certain, not to have said in the hour, the emotion of a stretch of book, the street scene that pulled out it tears, vc you are what vc cry. You are you hug it unexpected, the force given for the friend who needs, the sensitivity that cries out, the affection that she exchanges, the pieces that together, vc are orgasmo, the outburst of laughter, kiss, vc are what vc naked. You are the anger not to have reached, the impotence not to obtain to move, the disappointment with the government, the hatred that everything this of. You are what nobody sees.