Black hole

She felt joy

But inside, that old feeling of defeat, laugh ...

Laugh of debauchery.

The laughter was like a warning

In what was to come a boycott.

And at times she was really happy

Because things were happening that she always wanted

But when no one was looking

She failed to surface

its true essence:

She owned a sad soul.

Some people do not understand why they can not be happy

Even with all the possible reasons...

But that girl had a hole

That was much deeper and older

Than any moment of happiness just happened.

She did not know how to handle it

She did not know how to expel once that feeling of emptiness.

And then there was, she realized her dream of happily ever after

It would never be possible

For a person like her sad soul

The ideal was to settle for a few moments of happiness

Brief moments, just to feed your heart a little utopian.

Moments illusory, because the reality was even a bale full of absences and spaces...