Saturday, December 11, 2010

Yeast Infection And Brazilian Waxing

Cella Christmas.

Locked in this cell,
away from the world,
taking away our freedom of others,
has now been taken away your freedom,
life is like a deck of cards rigged ,
you never know what can happen,
see the world from bars of a small
window, and when darkness falls come
you company in the first two stars and
ones for you are the eyes of your daughter,
will warm the heart with their light ,
memories of a time lived fast,
relentlessly, another star on the right,
reminds you of your mother's face, smiling
the balcony, but you did not come,
center of the window to another star,
the face of your father, who need you,
but you were away.
Bound to spend Christmas
inside and outside their waiting for you,
the cold inside the soul
is the worst condemnation
from your small corner you can also see a
roof
cats meow in love

a clandestine meeting on the roof of illusory truth
make you company, and you can trust them.

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