More than words, it's how I feel, how I look, and how I look at them.
How only to feel and act ...?
I do not want the impulse, the idea, the feeling ...
Sometimes I'm not spontaneous, I do not even know what to think
It is hard to overcome prejudices, but much more than that, it is the sensation to see you, as to that moon that you can not stop looking because its light has you illuminated of its great immense.
Like the blinding and hot light of the sun, which only burns our hopes or perhaps ignites us of something more complex and pure, almost unattainable and possible at the same time.
What else can I do?
What else to write?
I speak the desired after the chaos
I feel at the end of everything that happened
I write what I can not articulate with words ...
More than words, it's how I feel, it's how I make it real and how
I'm going to try not to end up so hurt the night before I watch it again ...

Noelia S.M