Instructions For Musical Friendship Bracelet

I remember nailing my eyes on hers, like a raging sea that contrasted with the appealing summer ocean. Eternal gaze with any uncomfortable or would result or obscene. My mind is so well known that blue compared with other colors more land, more moss, and faster than any jump between frames, going to draw a time that does not know whether there or just imagined, an exchange of looks infinitely more timid and lips half open to doing what is expected of them, producing an avid kiss and that could well be in technicolor, generating a moment of false intimacy and desire that lies behind the doors of what I think would be the propriety or correct.
The two scenes are short and do not know whether meaningless or not, are opposed, and stories and movies and books that only talk about love, true and sunset, without repetition, will come to mind. Try to decipher the truth, the meaning of both really intense moments, more than anything else that may have been, nails digging, passing sleepless nights trying to look under the shadows of the night, when the two occurred, reason, feelings, without realize the longing for love that runs through his veins, or so she thinks, and yet she does not want, just wants to be loved. He wants to die on a pedestal built by another, and do not know if it cares where they come from your eyes, do not even know if you care about feel the weight of his body on yours, if you need to touch it in the company sheets of a life filled with intense undercross looks, scenes from films shot a thousand times with suicidal protagonists.
The window has been open all day, and the air is as it was morning. No metaphors, no hidden meanings, they say. Only memorable moments, there is only important people. She, who used to walk in love, which used more than anyone excited by a boyish smile, for a review of teenage hormones. She, who just by thinking I was crazy, and I thanked anyone who might be looking at it, gave thanks for his naivete know what you led to believe that nobody else had lived. She contradicted each day that he thought would never again feel the ecstasy of worship.
She still remember that moment of mixing waters of repeated words, situations where we already forgotten just how good it is. And it will continue because although there is no mutual or personal devotion, always retracing the feeling that many have not yet lived, perhaps to his fortune, and compare it with every piece of the future until both hate it to end his breath.