So many fears that I have generated in life, so many others that society has built for me to try to be a “full” person and an accepted stereotype, but end up being pure bullshit and bad taste jokes from the moment I started counting the freckles on your face.
Smiles, jokes, tantrums, candy, music, books, marijuana, coffee, stories, alcohol, tapes, cd's, kisses, cigars, endless chats, art and a beautiful love.
I have to have no other way to describe how good and happy it makes me to say I spend an afternoon, evening or day with her.
With blinding light in every awakening at her side and being able to see that the outline of her being is made with a brush. Realizing that it is no longer needed, that everything is fine, that maybe it was worth so much damage to be able to reach that instant where there is no longer an infinity. Generating a space where she only ignores what is in excess and only worries about playing, smiling, enjoying and learning what life can give her.
She may never realize that she brings out the best in my world, but it's worth every moment she generates as she sighs.
Faithful believer of the flying spaghetti monster. Nocturnal animal hunter of adventures. I'm from Juarez but I live in la pendeja.