is true what they say, the eyes never lie, the eyes reveal. We were thrown into the water. With only a second and lie fell better planned. Eyes that come gestures, tics, gestures ... The looks are what we throw conversona ... Those who walk gossipy account of what one does not mean. Those that the only way to silence them, is turning them off. Looks there in droves, happy, deep, full of peace, full of bitterness, full of fear and insecurity. And sometimes all on the same face. Looks unknown, those that substitute a fearful smile, those returning soon to the ground, failing to not wanting to be discovered. Looks familiar, these confessions objective. Looks in bad faith, hypocrisy those subtle, sometimes children, sometimes dangerous. Contemptuous looks, that ridiculous superiority complex. Looks of pain, those who seek cut the soul and heart. Flirtatious glances, those that lengthen the time that isolate. Just look, the language of silence.
Fabio Chaves 19/01/2011 - 1:52 a.m.
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