2:29 Am in the morning. I come from having a terrible day, 4 hours sleep, not to stop.
And now, it rains. I like the rain, always, is life for the motherland.
But especially today, it seems a grim environment.
every night like this for a long time, I was happy. Touched, smelled, tasted and slept with the skin on to what I thought I slept. Or gone. In all these beautiful nights of rain, some time ago, I was happy. (I said).
Now reality is the same but different: it is early morning on Thursday, and rains. Nothing to touch, just to stir it rains. As the San Puta, it rains. And the cat tray, its chemical bath, their food, they are outside. I look and I are two useless things: stones soaked and broken food.
A while back, was having an orgasm. Now I'm wondering where the fuck is stone dry and pristine. I do not know if it is balanced for the cat sunrise, east.
The turns of life, ladies and gentlemen. And whenever it rained, it stopped! No?
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