I see you walking in the darkness of your thoughts, balancing on the thin line separating good evil. Reaped the expression on your face, as if to a naughty Miguel Angel draw you will have forgotten the mouth and in his absence a mask an everlasting smile back at you bipolar. I see you guarding the basement where your soul resides, running between the halls of the place where you store the exact formula that makes me laugh or exasperating, where playing to win, you discover that you also lose ... maybe if you stop clinging to the rock as a mollusk that mimics the hedgehog vain, you would loose the straps and adjust the mask on your face nakedness wound paint an everlasting smile ... the kind that go well with everything, elastic and voluble, with a capacity to house all types of laughter you away for a few moments of your inner chaos ... before you realize that you look and rush to erase ... before returning to the mask and seal you forever desdencer the cells of your body, where no reflection on a mirror, rehearse forever .. . Bipolar smile.
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