Sighing, I picked up another cigarette. Butts and piled in an ironic monument to the stolen minutes.
The whiskey also fell alarmingly, and the hours passed, slow, laughing in my fucking face.
What was happening? Why I went to my stuff? I needed breathing, and even the walls seemed strange, as meaningless without this meaning that its aroma, it gave them. Never before had drunk so much whiskey mixed with tears. I'm not even worried apartármelas the face to not fall into the cup. What did it matter?
And the night was still, dark, sad, melancholy, an accomplice of our secrets, our magical and wonderful moments of months stems full of life, wonderful action and glorious future, that were slowly by the drain with my blood clotted so much alcohol and pills.
was curious to see how everything can go to hell in no time. How everything that we fought, and fought with all my heart, disappeared with the smoke from my cigarette. So many promises ... Dreams ... Broken. Broken as my heart, whenever I felt some old memories or feelings which overflow with laughter, hers, broke again, and again, becoming unbearable pain and numb me arms, those arms that may no longer again embrace or caress her soft skin, skin that was my whole life, my whole reason for existing. It was interesting to see how everything lost consciousness, life, day by day, until the slightest thing seemed grotesque and detestable, to get up every morning was now impossible ...
If only she were by my side ...
And with a sigh, I drank another swig of whiskey combined with tears.
Asenjo Luis Robles
The whiskey also fell alarmingly, and the hours passed, slow, laughing in my fucking face.
What was happening? Why I went to my stuff? I needed breathing, and even the walls seemed strange, as meaningless without this meaning that its aroma, it gave them. Never before had drunk so much whiskey mixed with tears. I'm not even worried apartármelas the face to not fall into the cup. What did it matter?
And the night was still, dark, sad, melancholy, an accomplice of our secrets, our magical and wonderful moments of months stems full of life, wonderful action and glorious future, that were slowly by the drain with my blood clotted so much alcohol and pills.
was curious to see how everything can go to hell in no time. How everything that we fought, and fought with all my heart, disappeared with the smoke from my cigarette. So many promises ... Dreams ... Broken. Broken as my heart, whenever I felt some old memories or feelings which overflow with laughter, hers, broke again, and again, becoming unbearable pain and numb me arms, those arms that may no longer again embrace or caress her soft skin, skin that was my whole life, my whole reason for existing. It was interesting to see how everything lost consciousness, life, day by day, until the slightest thing seemed grotesque and detestable, to get up every morning was now impossible ...
If only she were by my side ...
And with a sigh, I drank another swig of whiskey combined with tears.
Asenjo Luis Robles
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