Un dono (present)
Hello to everyone.
Well, on the occasion of the third anniversary... ok birthday Yuu Shirota-san (or for some sama) I want to share a text.
I am no good as many in photoshop, creating walls or icons. I know I just write. (Spanish and Italian, I am bad in English)
So it is with "pretext" I want to share with you this. In the beginning was for a community of Fandom, then arranged with the help of a friend and as we move into English. I hope comprising text, I am not good at is language.
Greetings to all. Happy Holidays! A good year.
And happy birthday to the occasion in this community so cute ^ ^
Feliz Cumpleaños Shirota-san ^_^
Buon compleanno Shirota-san! ^_^
Disclaimer: ok. It is a simple text feed. First person singular in present. A battle of dualities. But I hope like, telling flaws or details ^_^
This is part of an unhealthy economy, (we all have one, I think) are not bad with me, the first time I write in English.
Raking: G
Words: 520
Autor: meztli_lu
The mirror
Aren’t you talking? I’m not also in the mood to lisent to you. I turn off the clock. Hours didn’t let me sleep. Same as the cicada down the beed, I crushed whit a shoe, cruel? It was a bug. To recall from the past, what? Is that a crime too. You are no one to judge me, is not a grimace, is a smile fool. Stop locking at me as is you where botter then me. Jun called this afternoon, asked if we has dinner whit him. -I sad no, am tired- legs are heavy and it tires me to cose the menu. I’ve never been the borning type. Do you love my brother? I know since. I met you for some reason women chase him.
My women? Fat, skinny, ugly, pretty, some as the colors. A big collection that by my side. Don Juan is an iditot.
Getting married? Maybe alter seven years. Why are you want me to go down whit you? I should breake all treads that link me to you. Of course, I can’t asshole! And we are not triend, we are nothing. We share the same room, the same mirror, the solitude and the tireness; it doesn’t mean than I’m your friend. Don’t cry or Rina world notice what kina of brother she has. Im tired of listening to your voice! Don’t you have other place to go? Doesn’t hurt you? Don’t change the subject. Stop thinking for me. We are not same. Don’t yell at me, I hear you perfectly! Of course, also you are the crazy. Stop reproaching, if you keep talking, I will cut your veins again. Do you want to see the colour of entrails? Look at you again, again craying… aren’t you ashamed? You are twenty three years old and you are still whining like if you were seven, well at seven you are more fat and beeper.
Covard, I should give you mother lesson gove me your hand. Where are you going? You can’t scape form the room while I’m here; note ven from me equal is a punishment to love by your side. Shut up al ready! It doesn’t hurt, that much is just a little wound… You like it, is hurts? You scream like a girl. Look idiot! You stained my shoes and I have an interview in a couple of minutes.
I should slam you against the wall. Beat up your ribs it’s a shame my feer can’t reach them. In the face, no! It’s ok, they wouldn’t like to see you like that. Stop craying. I feel nostalgia lots of watehing you. Of course it hurts me. But I don’t have to repeat thing, right? You are going to stay quiet lasido of you World. Yo are going to let me, make it worth. Can’t asure you much. But I Hill do what I can.
“Shirota-kun, are you ready?” Calle an assistant
“Don’t talk now” Says it’s a rofloctim “They’ll be in any moment”
Some reporters came to the dressing room and one of them ask…
“What happen to your hand Shirota-san?”
Thanks for reading
Versión es castellano u español. De la comunidad fandom_insano, donde lo subí por primera vez. ^_^
community.livejournal.com/fandom_insano/96121.html#cutid1