19 julio, 2011


Stars are lit cigarettes,

people from other skies smokes in their balconies before going to bed, in that intimate moment when everybody makes himself or helself scarce, wondering who the hell they are and wishing that somebody feels, at least, they exist for a while.

That's why I light cigarette after cigarette every single night: I don´t want people feeling lonely in the sky, I don`t want -even we may be only smoke- darkness will finally defeat us: I'm a smoker for the cause,

are U?

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