Will Your Balls Hurt If You Have An Hernia

The Crow

Hell There is no greater than two coexisting Heaven.
"I'm the fun of reading you. I do not want that. I want to be your muse .- calls and insists the beautiful Nadia. A
-icing pads, please .- ask for it, my lost love. It does so softly, shyly getting into the conversation.
I look like someone who sees a toy for children, petting eye to that bit of plastic that hides oceans. Then twist to it. To another. By Nadia. She also is looking.
Basta.
I want to stop time and raise a cry of Chinese walls and towers of Babel between the two women. Cecilia
-slides .- Nadia.
The other looks at her, confused. - Yes? - Says.
Cecilia. Her name is Cecilia.
Basta.
I want to take the path of endless yellow Wizard of Oz and Nadia cover her mouth with it. Round and round and round about his head would the trail. Until that neither word nor cry of his can be heard.
-Cecilia .- Nadia insists, smiling. Turn to me and stared at the mine, like Poe's raven sank his beak into the heart of the hurt lover.
know.
Nobody knows.
know that my happiness or misery depends on my goodness or wickedness.
That there is no way to stop it.
That I am yours.
I belong.
- Have we met? - Cecilia risks, sweet, naive, unaware of this circus of evil. Nadia
sighs deeply. - If we know? - Repeat, to gain time, that I feel his beak sunk to unimagined depths of my heart.