I am a man who lives in a cave called life, people exist to liver what they must live and my dreams are froozen for ever.
my story is a story where another person  was included. loneness is my perfect friend and my perfect enemy.
Crying is something that I express when somebody holds my hand.
Everybody  around me thinks I am happy and they don't believe when I cry, then why I have to spend  my tears.
Shouting is a good way to ger freer, but sometime it is tiring.
Dreams are only impossible realities
 when I know the happiness I will die, because my heart will not be prepared for this
I look for human esseces that mean to ler me be happy.
girlfriends
I don't believe in love or nobody actually knock my door.
I didn't develop my skill to feel and to express joy
I am tired to live alone but I hate being with people
Human being destroyed my life, stole my ability to be a child and a man
I am here as a chair. Everybody knows I exist but they talk to me... never
I cry in silent
I shout without voice
I play without toys
My heart is hurt, its blood covers all my body, I start to drowm, but I don't die
My head is tired to think and use the raison
becuase the suicide and living ideas live together in me.
Neither of them is too strong to kill me or to make me feel happy
A son is a wonderful and impossible dream,  he would be my life
as all my life is not what I dreamed
his life would be better not to dream of
I am a sad man who wanted to love but he can't
I am a suicide wo wanted to kill himself but he can't
I am a singer who wanted to sing but I can't
I am a lover, who wanted to be all his life with her, but I can't
and now
I am able to do one thing
to hear the wind