I know out me and they hurt the eyes and the chest like when sleeping I, you sent you to me to the face without previous notification and permission, How “kitchen boys” you explain to me that gave leukemia you, we do not suck please, it is an absurd and demagogic thing, would say your mother, also mine.

How you did not wait for to me so that it took care of to you? It always passes that I release to me outside, bla to me, and somebody dies to me, surely that when it is going to work I am without family, nor who to make waves served for damn the thing, custom is being made me cry corpses.

First our daughter with face of hamster, the one that of sadness was locked in in its room and when I returned nor quarter had, soon the Francisca, the good one of the Pancha, the nobleman and calm that always and lately, blinds she was. And now you, me cago in your puta indifference stops with me. They leave thorns to me, and the soul by the nose escapes to me, I feel as if a mask had putting and threw of her, still you hurt.

If it had already been strange to you before going to me, and it came to you thinking with the face from annoyance that always you had, with your fall of as premature hair as current, remembering whichever time you happened in my room in claustro that imposed Theldra to you. What I am going to him to do? I cry to you until it arrives at Mexico?

Equal and it does not reach the sadness to me after as much, but if the love. Because I always thought that ours thing of three months would last as much more than with my pairs previous, and to the chingada one, as they always say to me, but your no, your eras different until in the form to walk, for that reason I as opposed to write all and non hidden my pain or my breathlessness, the coat so that the memory leaves to me with the pain that I take of you. If there is a sky, when it arrives you will be hoping to me to say to me that it is not my site, right?

And to the yard again, no? I wish you had known to read, and you had learned so many things that, good of that three fourth parts of the same with respect to what we did not make together, a kiss which I know would bother to you and an empty hug. Now I am single than before and it is not your fault, I am I who I do not animate myself to anyway feel in confidence with anybody... also thanks to me.