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I have stolen.

I've been robbed ...

I feel empty, I have won, and I have nothing of the feeling for which I have sacrificed.

One look is enough, indefinite one second where everything happens ... and sometimes nothing happens.

A word is enough, a word that does not say anything, but it hides everything.

Today I have stolen back the years that today have left me with the breath of a dream not to come.

Life happens and I feel I have stolen my heart, my life, my dream, my love ...

in disguise I hide behind a look that says nothing and demands everything, I hide behind my words that says it all ... but they are nothing.

I have stolen, and I feel the fear of it off ... the desire to love, in love, give my strengths and my faults simulated, be myself with other person with no need to pretend, I have stolen my heart ...

I have stolen and not know what to do, with a glance, with a thousand feelings and not a word, and now where I look?

I have stolen, then I wonder if being stolen theft, convicted of my sins deserve? And if I deserve condemnation, I'd rather be dreaming ...

Today I wake up and feel empty, and seek my victim in every look, every person and every word, until the time comes, and my heart is open.

But steal a glance or with a lie, I'll try with a smile, a thousand words and 10 jokes, with a film, with 2 Tarron sugar and some coffee, with a gesture of affection, and another full of feeling, with a sincere kiss, a passionate, a romantic, one morning and one that promises it will not be the last to drink again ...

I have stolen my heart but not the desire to keep looking ...