The wind dance through the leaves of trees creating a beautiful melody, caressing the delicate flower petals as if the goose bumps of a naked woman. You feel calm and in the middle of a concert of natural sunlight disappears gradually. A cloak of darkness is covering the place. They breathe fresh, the essence of fall dormant and the awakening of a body that has waited for centuries wandering.
Open your eyes, feeling more alive than the same forest. The open ... Wake the world and becomes blind love.
begins to move, stretch your muscles one by one. Is incorporated slowly raises his arms and his back is taking female forms. Yawn ... Love all around it. Feeling full and happy. Endless flashing light on his chest. Is in complete harmony with her and everything that surrounds it. His body finally experiencing feelings that had been dormant. It is free, free to be mistress of her skin.
Sigh ... Breathe fresh air puffs and exhaled amounts of madness and desire.
Admire your body, feels full. His fingers tangled in her long hair. Bend your neck and feel ... Feel the leaves falling from his shoulders. Look at the sky and smiles. Understands that it is time to emerge.
My first (or second, but the former was an act of affirmation, this too is truth). Others are caught drunkenness of their lives, are cast to walk, get to the edge of existence: they are ways to symbolize their status changes over time, or are just strange desire to regenerate. Nothing changed, it is true. Clac made, like a stapler in my ear, two seconds or maybe just one. A sharp pain, brief and sterile. Enlarged nose momentarily by the fumes of alcohol. That's it, lady. Do you have a new hole in your body. Transferred.
is true that with every passing second is trivialized, and ultimately far more real, more profound or authentic was only that microsecond-time portion is over, is over-low to taste, to taste pain. Clac , like a stapler. Grampante.
'll remember forever, however. Be "my hole" memorial. The occasion deserves. That's why you can not get another hole in time. Each must have its time, the glut would only be en su trivialización. No puede ser trivial traspasarte el cuerpo.
"If I could see clearly, if I could decipher your language ...
Love, love, where are you?
I hold you, feel your warmth without having to hide.
I find your scent, your skin and you next to me.
My soul and have given my heart and are willing to die for you if necessary.
My feet are moving forward with the hope of finding you and hit a huge gap.
know everything inside me, know my feelings.
Little by little they are buried, suffocated in the impossible a reality.
Cruel and sad mockery of fate ...! I searched and searched for perfection, but I took the wrong path.
sorry love not what you expected, by confusing the way and move backwards.
please give me a sign before it concluded again.
want to see your sweet face, serene, to ease my mind shot to the pain of losing without being able to reach you.
not let me fall, have mercy on this poor soul that was swept away by your charm, so forbidden, for the wonderful fragrance that sweetens the senses, touching, dark recesses of the past.
Although the wind of fate you have flown to other places and my way is very far gets stuck in my hand that ever slid over mine while trying to rescue me before leaving.
Remember me. I'll be waiting for you in another life. Maybe then, our steps move in the same direction and your face I smile for all eternity ... "
(Lucille: 05/05/1994)
A beautiful and brilliant poem written by my dear friend Lu.
What would feel if someone wrote something?
I think I would be unattainable, eternal ... Two meters and the heart does not fit inside my chest.
I will continue to recognize your talent and applaud each of your letters. It is an honor to have you in my blog. Thanks Lu.
Happy Day love to everyone who has had the privilege of loving another person, who has felt swell and fade to your heart by someone ... People who have left to go free.
"Suffering is unnecessary. But one has to suffer before he is able to realize that this is so. It is only then, moreover, that the true significance of human suffering becomes clear. At the last desperate moment--when one can suffer no more!--something happens which is in the nature of a miracle. The great open wound which was draining the blood of life closes up, the organism blossoms like a rose. One is "free" at last, and not "with a yearning for Russia," but with a yearning for ever more freedom, ever more bliss. The tree of life is Not Kept alive by tears But The Knowledge That freedom is real and everlasting. "
Henry Miller, Plexus .
[The suffering is unnecessary. But one has to suffer before being able to realize that this is so. is only then, moreover, that the true meaning of human suffering becomes clear. In the last desperate moment - when you can not suffer more! - something happens that is nature of a miracle. The large open wound that drained the blood of life is closed, the body blooms like a rose. One is "free" at last, and not with a longing for Russia, " but always with a desire for more freedom, more happiness always. tree life is kept alive not by tears but by the knowledge that freedom is real and eternal .]
tears made their way down her cheeks which raindrops rolling down the window in her eyes.
were no tears pain, no! Of these he had had enough. They were tears of fulfillment. Fullness that gave him feel alive again, feel forgiveness and gratitude.
She knew that if he ever cursed love, now I could only thank those times. His love was sincere and eternal, had overcome many of its ghosts. Was very happy and acknowledged that the woman had made an effort to paint a colorful world that had grown a love dedication that nearly kills them both. A love that does not know if it was real, but that changed his life forever.
She no longer lives in the past or intended to return that love, as has already overcome their pain.
Today she just smiles, knowing that though painful, love is always a gift. And she had been fortunate to host a beautiful feeling inside your body. Be seen blooming in every "I love you" and knowing that a new spring was approaching.
