This passage in time, which is nothing more than stealth today that it always succeeds course, I take not to be. I apply amnesia and drink it the most agonizing smile.
This time it sinks into the pores and makes the finest routes on my map, only requires the horizon, simply because it is without letting him see and will becoming at will while I undress .
That stubborn that even in the shadow has nest, looking only answer. I inspect every inch of him in an investigation that leaves me time, I counted only details already evident in my body.
And while I'm wandering in my time, it will bury me in the match, earning the game, leaving me recall that this is today.
NATHALIE CRUZ