Difference Between Corn Flour And Maize Meal

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I want to cry and cry, actually.
the context not would, but I go out on the terrace, one of the noises, letting the hot air to dry my cheeks.
not enough, not enough, I try.
you see that I cried.
self, always measured, wise and peaceful.
I pretend that I know so well.
structural failure.
collapse.

"I see strange problems?"
nothing, nothing important.
"personal issues?"
it, nothing serious.
nothing.
only this heart still finds the strength to shatter, as if he had enough.
there must be a few tiny bit tough.
sand in the chest, only grains of sand.
may continue dissolved in a heart beat.
obviously.


say no, never mind, I do not like it, do not just want, a woman needs to feel desired.
say no, with a smile.

surrendering those moments.

you do not know what it cost me to write these few words.
do not know.
perhaps think of a spoiled child of caprice.
not imagine what dwells inside of me, this pain.

your presence, so rare, precious, life, sun, blood, color.

surrendering those moments.
hurt me alone for once.

I untie the knot in my throat, letting the eyes this waiver.

I would bow his head on his arms and cry for hours, with great sobs, as an abandoned child, who tries his hand away, the only hand that knows how to console.
to dry out.
until you drown in this love so useless tears.

this river, never lost, suffocating me inside.

before you could only let it overflow, break down the dam.
but you, you're not there, not for me.

so, the words flow, for all the tears that I've never cried.