When will the heart beats it goes to sleep dutifully and mind takes his place, the will becames cold and the eyes can't hide the heart that convulsed by cooling and pain of the wound by the same cold that is intact, recalling to mind what happens when you give free rein to the heart.
The outside looks like arrows about to be released and mind in turn controlled by fear armors heart every moment fearing a sneak attack.
And the body accumulates as ancient brush the different colors that were used to disguise the loneliness that escapes from every facial expression and the latter to be the hair of the brush, is bristling at the same loneliness.
This is a thought, I'm going to take this blog to post things like that. I had wrote in spanish and I had to traslate it.
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This is in spanish
Cuando la voluntad le gana al corazón éste se duerme sumisamente y la mente toma su lugar, la voluntad se vuelve fría y los ojos no pueden ocultar el corazón que convulsiona por el enfriamiento y por el dolor de la llaga que por el mismo frío se conserva intacta, recordando a la mente que es lo que pasa cuando se le da rienda suelta al corazón.
Las miradas ajenas como saetas a punto de ser lanzadas, la mente controlada a su vez por el miedo acoraza al corazón temiendo a cada instante un ataque furtivo.
Y el cuerpo como vetusto pincel acumula los diferentes colores que se usaron para disfrazar la soledad que se escapa por cada expresión del rostro y éste al ser los cabellos del pincel, está hirsuto por la misma soledad.
Ah! I forgot... the tittle was inspired in by a phrase of "La niebla" by Miguel de Unamuno.
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