This isn't a love story...

“I can’t take my eyes off you...
I can´t take my eyes off you...
I can´t take my eyes off you...
I can´t take my eyes off you...
I can´t take my eyes off you...
I can´t take my eyes off you...
...
I can´t take my mind off you...
I can´t take my mind off you…
I can´t take my mind off you…
I can´t take my mind off you…
I can´t take my mind off you…
I can´t take my mind off you...”

Here I’m,
hearing this silly song,
thinking on actions and reactions,
with all this verbs,
all this adjectives,
all this nouns
over the table
in disorder...

And that´s it,
there is no glory in my hands,
no fortune in my mind,
no joy in my eyes,
no passion in my heart...

I only have this big void inside,
killing me...

And it’s my fault,
this isn’t a murder, it´s a suicide,
because I leave you
running fast,
out of my live...

And it’s a shame,
you were amazing.
You use to fall in love so easily,
any small detail could take you to the ecstasies.
You use to saw the life
with bright eyes,
with reds smiles in your lips.
You use to enjoy the breeze every time it blows,
without mattering that sometimes it hurts...

Some ones call this evolution, to grow up,
but for me, is equal to die...

Inflamadorate Septiembre 2007...