FRANCIS A LA MEDIANOCHE

La conducta con la que regimos nuestra vida, señala con precisión las causas,por la que la vida nos parcha.No levantemos parches del pasado, aún hay vida por vivir, con nuevas causas y razones, aún hay camino limpio por recorrer con ilusiones, esperanzas y resultados, dejemos de parcharnos y recorramos ese camino.Dejemos de vivir entre tintas, y seguir firmando acuerdos, que se quedan archivados.Firmemos acuerdos, con tintas de colores, para formar acordes nuevos que llenen las hojas blancas que aún están vacías,llenémoslas con el acuerdo de nuestras acciones que rigen nuestra vida. No es el cansancio, sino como te recuperas de él.

His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead. That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”