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I've never seen it rain so much. It was a gray day illuminated by a strange light. His footsteps resounded on the pavement accelerated puddles as she walked by my car stopped at a stoplight. The water on the window clouded the picture of his red hair and his breathing rapid and tiresome. Moved away by pouring water on his black coat and when I turned the corner with the green light at the edge of the road, arm soaked in high vacuum was trying to find a taxi.
I stopped my car in front of her, down the passenger window and bending it would bring her wherever he went. Without looking at me shook his head. I walked away leaving that contained thick long red hair and huge breasts getting wet in solitude. Among the troubled
traffic holds a rainy day in this city and crawl through the hellish traffic jam and I circled the block at the same light. Patient waited to get green again and then again double that corner. There he stood, his pants soaked to the knee. Desperate to stop wet and turned against her. Lower window and leaning whispered, how many laps I have to give the block before you let me take you wherever you go?

looked at me, smiled and looked away, confused. Before refusing re-opened the door and went undecided. Without looking at me whisper a thank you when the car began to move.

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was the first time that someone did not expect something from me. Your words were not disingenuous. Your eyes just stared. Do not judge or looking. Not wanted or were fleeing. Your hands were not intended to caress or kiss your lips. They had masks. Your smiles were just stills was yours and your thoughts. Search tutors do not teach. We're just you and me.

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All I have of you,
can be stored in my pockets.
A crumpled paper, rubber, hair
smiles, words,
scars on my body,
and your looks.
All I have of you,
a handful of memories.

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The animal is awake under the door

Loneliness of ideas sometimes encloses the animal caged in bars of gold. And this, bored, shut up and sleep in a corner.
And maybe, one day, someone enters the hand through the bars and slowly strokes it until he wakes up, startled. The ideas seem frozen and begin to hear the cries of the beast. Want to get out of that cage and wet lips kissing the owner of that hand that ended the dream of your passions. Want to break the dress clothes, you want to lick her breasts and sliding your fingers up your vagina, you want to hear her screaming while her sink into your erect cock.

And you who yell or does the animal released hitting the fence that prevents you from touching, which prevents him kiss, lick and fuck.