Why your eyes so sad?
is the 5th time this week asking me that ... is the 5th time I had to lie ... I think you're right, the lies I am really easy ... perhaps my internal trauma of having wanted to belong to the theater and play an endless stacks of paper to disguise myself and that nobody would discover ... is perhaps foolish, perhaps because I have no choice.
was the 5th time I felt so strange and alone among so many people stare at my neck, are attracted to my neck, my sad eyes, my silence as you pass ... I have almost no reason to have my sad eyes, I got used to the routine required, between classes between subway cars, including seminars and read articles ... I'm used to forget me, to feel, to love, to remember ...
Today I saw walking on cobblestone street that you were going with your face mask and your blue pants with white stripes, I looked fixed, I'm sure you also noticed the sadness in my eyes, because it lasted so long that look ... still sick, I put my hands cold, my heart is silent, and came to my mind during those months so cruel, I'm sure it was you, coming from over there to greet me, to tease me for the disaster that is my life right now, you might see me in a swinging fun not knowing what should be required, to conform with so little, because I know I do not quite recognize me, I know it hard to accept that my life is a mess, I have no value to face what my head is getting ideas and my life in general ... I will be disappointed, because not much remains of the person who used to be by your side, strongly apretándote your hand and telling you all would be well ... dry your tears and making you laugh for hours ... perhaps there is nothing of this strange giving my life for you and now only wear masks and shields ... To be a dry eye in that street and confuse rustic, because you're not ... because you are only a memory or a good dream ... I did not need to wake up and you made me understand that I'm in my chaos, shaping and living at times ... piercing and sinking slowly and deep.
was the 5th time that I wanted to run, beating his fists against the wall and scream, scream so loud and mute my desire to disappear ... not understand why I let myself be broken by who does not deserve me and appreciate me ... show apologizes for what little remains of my ... if you had not gone, it might be the same ... it might be an actress.