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Time Indifference

Time is time.
The minutes, days and hours.
And be alone, at any time.
us and you.
Suns.
But what these moments mean, maybe it's different.
For you precious moments of life.
For us mere existence.
exist and live.
It could be death to give a purpose to life.
to accentuate the uniqueness of blinding.
might.

But, some fatal, nothing has meaning.
not a matter of shopping bags and children to care for and dishes to wash and sleepless nights and work and money.
It 's something that you do not try.
Especially something that is there.
missing and it makes no difference. Maybe they do not even try
death.
There is simply nothing.

Sometimes you see me in only a beautiful young boy.
me smile.
want my hair, my blue eyes.
Maybe it's just gotten too good at pretending not to be death, then, in fact, are.

Sometimes, however, I read it in his eyes.
I feel the breath become faster, the blood beat faster.
And understand.
not, perhaps, a coherent thought. But clear.
And at that moment, that precise moment, that you can not help but want what I can give you.
Estarsi. Knowledge.
and death.

But no. Contact
? Maybe.
Intimacy? Maybe.
Perhaps, in that sublime moment, give me all you want for yourself.
But no.
no comparison.

I catch.
Carpio as a thief in your emotions.
I'm going with your life in hand, full of what they were.
But you, what you can get from me?
Ecstasy? Passion?
But who am I?
What are you?

hear your thoughts, feel the love.
But it is only the magic of the kiss.
only the charm of the blood.
I cheat.

No, there's no comparison.

Lestat