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From top could see everything without anyone knowing he had a habit of observing others. It was curious, just felt good looking at other lives. When night fell climbing the roof to sit and wait. And waited.

Could it be that nothing happened, then looked at the sky and felt the only person in the world who did that. Being the only one who watches the sky is magical.

loved to see how the lights went out in the windows, how it was surrendering the night to sleep quietly and imagine occupying the people's eyes, felt the soft touch of the sheets in the body and kiss goodnight . Good night, said to himself. Then

heard a noise and immediately focused on every move, every tiny detail and stayed very still so as not to interfere. If you could move be that things do not happen like that never go out to walk the lonely, the moon shine again not or could not be lovers embrace. The most tender hugs are given at night and the most beautiful words, too. That's why I liked the night watch, if a word was released.
Only when the night stood still came home and turned off the light hoping someone was watching from his roof window.

Illustration: Skasia

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I do not know if I can help. The world works in a strange way. Unfair.

do I know you need kisses and still do not know how to share a laugh. In the end everything is forgotten, you will see how everything goes, I'm telling you, time passes. I wonder what is wrong in you to have to suffer in this way so brutal. There is nothing wrong with you, the problem is out there.

want you to know that all we ever feel lonely, but I really happen to you as soon as it is not fair that you feel so bitter.

tell me that the worst thing that happens every day is up in the morning, I hear that I wrinkled the penalty, but I understand that you do not excite the contempt, the bad words and the empty seat next to me. I understand that you're better at home, in your refuge, where no one asks for nothing, and I also understand that when you go out you become the loneliest girl in the universe, because at your age loneliness overcomes the limitations of land and expands in millions of infinite sadness, for the sky. I can only

Rozart cheek affectionately, and excited to hear you. Raise your head, you know you smile? I can also help you smile. That is beauty.

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I do not know where I put my feet

I have lost somewhere.

I searched in my shoes, as if to take them off have been inside, but my feet are not there.

I have to wait for the sunrise to recover.

do not like winter , so are gone.

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Let

into your house and sit by your side,

let me do the sleeping and stir with your fingers

tangles of my hair.

Let me lie in your lap, mother,

for me to go all the tears oppress my soul,

do not know

be sad if your hand is not close to catch it. Let

follow you around the corner from your house,

I can not stand to see one

and then pulls back the curtain of the window to look

together the street as we accompany life. Let

found at the bottom of your eyes

noonday

and build your cold sun torments me. Let

singing your name, mother,

not want to hear my sound anymore.

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Set Your home on the train

Trains go slowly to avoid disrupting the landscape. So I thought as I looked out the window of the car, that the landscape is slower when you travel by train.

was raining and the window drops had moved very slowly, just as I was looking, as if following the path they wanted my eyes. Outside was all water, all cold and I felt safe in my car empty and silent, huddled in the last seat playing together drops.

I always liked to play alone, with the minimum at my disposal, almost without moving, as if I was half person, half puppet and you never knew if it was me who played or were playing dolls of me.

Who knows if I got off the train I'm still in it or traveling slowly. Who knows if I am made of cloth .

Illustration: Laaura