Routine

Of the window of my room I can see changing you the clothes, can feel your perfume in air, observe you and me I do not tire. It wanted to be there at this moment to touch you, unhappyly the wind only can make this for me. I am distant and my pertos eyes, until you close the windows to ruin my fancy. Now I imagine you in one my arms alone in the two in my room, speaking well low in my ear saying you love that me. (Source: kitchens). Step hours imagined fancy until sleep appears, when I sleep is I obtain that dream, seems a madness but is in this that of when somebody this gotten passionate, wanted I to dream and not to wake up, but sets it burrow and I have that to raise. I wait hidden you for backwards of the curtains for sheds to open the windows, looking at for sky and making a smile. Smile this that I imagine that one day will be for my cause, everything seeming perfect until you receive a kiss, that Almost expludo for nerves, I feel heat while still this cool one, tears fall, joy is changedded into sadness, when counts it to this is height to prepare to go the college. I cross myself I obtain and disfaro you with a smile, eye in its eyes and you disfaras, try to speak of what I feel, subject changes, with the fear to lose this friendship you do not insist, you walk there. I go the college and you to the work and the routine happen again it the day following.