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  Fecha : Domingo 28 de febrero de 2010

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  live in a house of strangers.

Sometimes I wonder how we got to this point and I can not remember the time or the cause.

Is it because I changed? Have I done something to happen? ...

not find the answer. I just know that I got a Diaye I realized that those who should know and that I should know, those who should matter more than anyone and I should matter, are unknown.

Not only that, but I'm not the only one who's wrong.

Families are not what they should be.

My father did not even know where I am or what I do most of the time and cares very little. Talks live with no more than three words (like: What about? Good.) And is a vicious circle because as much as I care for his diao for his work, I can not tell me anything like that there comes a time when you no longer ask anything, (total, if you know what I will say, to ask.)

are living their life without worrying about others.

know other houses where similar things happen and my only conclusion is that the concept of family has acquired a new term over the years, and that term would be "Unknown" ;.

Because if you consider a person as a stranger to you, do you care what happens to that person or you care about your life, your plans, your hopes and fears for his health nor general. Total is a extrañoy none of your business right?

Of course, if we start from that basis, is much easier to tell your kids or your parents that they want and then not even maintain a conversation with them or know how they are doing or are good. It was so good with your family and you save the job.

But one day everyone who lives and you will realize that the blood tie that unites the family is sometimes weaker than it is because no matter how familiar they are, they really are unknown.

I for example I value my relationship with my partner over the relationship I have with my parents for example. Because the trust and appreciation and friendship are things that even the family has to win.

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My Personal Reflection Questions Without

MY DARK ANGEL

There's an angel that night I visit,

my sleep A dream slips.

is coming gradually to feel his presence,

But when I search myself I find your absence.

imagine how it should be your cue against my skin,

As should be to know that his love is faithful.

Displaying his eyes on my eyes,

leaving his hands caressing and relaxing.

In his mind keep my big secret

and knows everything about me and my faults.

feel empty at dawn to see the dream is over,

Sé que tengo que esperar otra noche para volver a verlo.

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DUDAS SIN REMEDIO

Tantas cosas pasan por mi cabeza en tu presencia

Nunca se hasta que punto contar,

Hasta que punto callar.

Tiemblo al hablarte por miedo a confesar

No se que hacer con estas ideas,

Que hacer con mis sentimientos.

Con miradas comunicas que debajo hay secretos

Cosas que no dices por temor,

Things

sit in silence.

distance decreases with a smile

The nights are supported by a dream,

one wish unfulfilled.

I have so many questions without answers

torments me not knowing,

Failing to have you.

Sometimes I want to tell me all

But not if correct,

not to do.

I leave you respond if you

A ver si lo comprendes,

A ver que es lo que quieres...

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

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SUICIDIO MENTAL

Veo una sombra a lo lejos,
observo como crece poco a poco,
veo como oscurece por momentos,
observo como se acerca y veo su reflejo.

De pronto todo se vuelve negro,
ahora el día es de noche,
de pronto pierdo la visión,
ahora por nada me alegro.

Todo está muy confuso,
no distingo nada,
todo ha desaparecido,
no siento nada, estoy hueca incluso.

¿Qué me ha pasado?
¿Dónde estoy?
y ahora lo comprendo, de pronto lo sé,
estoy muerta, me he matado,
no volveré a ver ni a despertarme.