Nobody knows the other side of my house

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 75 Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep? 80 J.K.

Ahhh, -Mercedes, no sea tán pinche melosa-. Malditos románticos, han dañado mi condición postmoderna.

Everything is so harmful Your words so insane I have doubts my feelings can no be holded upon you nobody deserve such a charming sweetness The historical moment of being humanized by the luxury of what is next. I behold week at my thoughts. I came to my mind with the guilty of killing part of what I was. What such a pain when you say ... there is so much humanity here. I prefer to be a alone, alone, completely empty of this dishaveling sensation.

me gustas, así, tal cual eres, las palabras que te fluyen, las ideas, las imágenes que de ti se caen, una tras la otra, sin tregua, y sé que estoy lejos, muy lejos de cualquier cosa, hasta de mi estoy lejana, pero esta esa insistencia en mi cabeza que dice, -dile, dile- nada se pierde, todo se mueve y el viento lo toma todo y lo hace volátil ...