We were where the computer. We were sitting and you were doing something. I went to the room and when I stood and pulled me towards you and kissed me with much love, kisses you apart. And you said:
- We can not let this happen to us again, we can not separate that we had very bad.
And I said,
- Of course not, we'll never part. But you have to promise.
And you said:
- I promise. Although in the end sure you're the one that hits me the kick ...
And I said,
- What nonsense you ... But if pAnimals are fucking out of control, with hunger and thirst for champagne gold, as he said.
And I, the brainless extraterrestrial, who was alone in the nebula, making apology for a quiet life in a beautiful rose bushes pruning chandal an early Saturday morning while doing surprise cake in the oven for when the sun wakes have it fresh and eat it and then fucked in the shower love against the wall, we dress and go for a walk, maybe a bike if achievement not collapse, and if not walking, walking and running until I burst the lungs of longing and happiness, and then re-; Home or eating out, and in the afternoon to let you see the game and I mind my business and make my earrings and my suspension and my dolls to sell on ebay, not for money but because someone might like what I think, then write and write looking out the window, or watching the fire in the fireplace and burning the retina like when I was playing Pequena not stop the fire with the stick, sometimes burned, and then when you finish the game and just wrote it take us dinner watching the fire, talking and laughing, finishing drawn anywhere, sleep early, and go to school Monday, the colegio or school of languages, or where the hell to work and feel good because my work means something and is hard and through it I feel the world and also pay me and in fact what else I can ask of life.
So that's what I am. A damn alien space junk. If not, how is it possible to forget?
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