Spaceship

I don't know... But missing you should be a consequence of free time.  It's not your eyes shining all over the place, definitely not the way you look at me.  It's not your fantastic long hair or that malicious smile that hide those juicy and exotic lips.  It's not all of that.  It's not the way you say come on!  Nor the argument you always have.  It's neither you're unyielding nor the shy and tender girl that lives behind.  It's not your bully or the frightening hugs you have; it's not the form of your nose.  It's maybe I'm free now, and I suffer from Stockholm's.  =) this is not that old 

Escribo con toda la esperanza posible de un domingo por la noche =) Después de juntar lo que he escrito y tomado de otros escritos los últimos 10 años (consultable en la parte de abajo) , creo que tengo algunas entradas por escribir para volver a publicar de nuevo. Veamos qué pasa.

Facebook, Feb 28, 2016 How can I finish missing you? I’ve thought of the ways that I can finish missing you. It’s not that declaring one morning that it is over, that missing you is not worth anymore. That there’s no profit, no sense and no time to lose you. And you reinforce this idea with the tons of defects that I can find you anytime; you can be rude, disrespectful and annoying. It’s not like subtracting one big portion of the earth and let it go to space. Like shut down the stars and make the moon quite more opaque. It’s not changing the colour of the sky or reversing the way the rivers go. Missing you is not a physical phenomenon or chemical reaction. It’s doable. And then you realise that the surface of her skin is like the one of the earth. That is soft and imperfect; that has plenty elevations in the right places and depressions with exciting mysteries. That you remember every route of her veins as the infinite map of happiness and that you dreamed with the very exact loca