BODY LANGUAGE

I used to start my tales with a “once upon a time”; but this is not another old story. There was a hole in every step I did and of course I’m really good falling for someone at very first time. I never start my days with the right foot. My bed decides turn around and gave the worst side to the world. Sometimes I feel like one little crumb   of the morning bread. My words came out without warnings, and is difficult to keep my mouth shut and threatened with a fork. My body speaks better than my tongue, I didn´t meant to been that way but how can you stand a flock of corporal expressions?

I won’t regret it once you read my body language, and keep trying to find out the meaning. There was a time that I wanted to fly away without safety parachutes in my back. I didn´t read the flight manual. Life has not handbook to live it, just write it using your decisions as the most powerful and long-lasting ink.

You could have it so much better, if you turn right the key which opens your heart and let it breathe away. My pulse is optimistic, desperately seeking for the right touch, but my backtalk once again screwed up. And then my head has to take the hangover of my nonsense´s daily doses.

My eyes have nothing to hide but my deep feelings drowned into my really wet tears underneath my expected eyelashes. I wonder if “the one” has smelled my footsteps over the sand every single night, the searching is quite hard, because my arms may not be ready to give honest hugs.

Let´s the game on, in war everything is acceptable, they said “when the cat is out, the mice come out to play”, for me that´s a interesting choice or a weak one. Lucky for me I inherited firm legs to run away when the storm falls over my messy hair. And when the little sunshine comes true, I don´t feel it´s over, it just started

I whip all the gossips about me, those people  eat my leftovers. My silence tells more than my words therefore they are left speechless, when my head turn around and I allow my back says what I really don´t care a shit.

The aftermath is catastrophic , like every summer ends, the dreamer must wake up, I’m a dreamer and I’m sorry, but you know what they say “ old habits die hard”, I guess I have to sell my halo before heaven turn into the coldest hell. Do I have to break the deal with the devil? We used to be thick as thieves.

Some doors have many locks, mine is open to the world of course if they know turn right the key. They say a picture's worth a thousand words, then, take a picture of me, dear fate; you´d wish spot this kid in action. And the cliffhanger is one of my gifts. My words would keep killing my choices and is better use my brain twice, that´s a good language to learn. And about my body? Keep reading. x.o.x.o (I´M SORRY ABOUT MY ENGLISH)

LAST NIGHT, GERCAR SAID IT.

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Anoche, Gercar lo dijo

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