Which Is Better Pachanga Or Morongo

poem for all those sad hours

It is a flight, but he does not bloom fully
ease.
Stand still and sails,
the albatross is stubborn, so stubborn
as only he.
fights he wants to love
he wants.
dancing around him happy
people
,
dominated by association.
Such love,
so strong
found and rescued each other.
leaving you and I we.
fight But we still
what I'm asking you.
You shrug,
turn away.
So full of love,
we do not find again.
the respect and acceptance.
Have we not already begun to dissolve us.
Are we tired of illusions.
I can be what I am without you. Not
feel what it is, as I am with you.
So I lie here
wounded, vanished.
you cling to the hope and
was there a week, picking up shards
applies it to cut
itself. To recognize
that no sense is to dwell.
Only death will change the love.
not love the things.
I have forgotten what I was holding in her arms,
I must finally wake up.
fighting
lacks everything to me. Especially
devotion.
And I do not understand everything to end
what I do not dare.
There's something deep inside, far below
. Will
free himself and walk from the front going on.
But is it not the flesh, it is then but the distance.
We leave each other.
Even before all this began.
dreams not help much, nowadays.
And sad one is always alone.
Who can already feel what it is,
when the days seem gray.
Out there, there is no one can love for oneself
Only we, to be loved but
,
carries the risk of being alone.
Because you can never be sure.
But my heart is crying, my heart dies.
And yet as this albatross,
in the high Ventilation,
tough and stubborn.
knows And the wind gives way before him.