Based on a story that happened a long time
(Advice to reader: Read this while listening to "Wolves" to "Bon Iver")
! Will see that there is nothing to complain cried with sadness and man power to the woman standing in front of him.
wore a soft sweater, blue, everything smelled it, and through the open door of the house came a breeze that it made her bad and the indifferent as he was loved to feel the cold.
She began to mourn.
"No, do not cry, friend, please you make me mourn my ...
" Do not call me friend - then waved the paper haveair and closed the door. Despite the violent act on it comforting that at least for the time she was not going to leave, but knew that when he left for the last time he would talk to her friend.
- Explain it - she said, and Hearing this, he disappeared from the mouth of the long coveted the explanation given. Another silence
- I believe, no explanation, not if I can trust you.
And suddenly with that statement hit him a hot body this boy, assimilated it was the last time you had a chance to explain, to explain her love for her that her letter in the wrong place at the time inadequate had betrayed. She went
at the door, turned the knob, wrapped and shouted
- Stop! - Something had happened, had the eyes open as he sees a wandering soul, with the index finger raised as if he just had a great idea, and possessed by the soul of a poet.
I ask you to listen to the end - He closed his eyes for a moment, she looked confused and thought now that perhaps it was all part of a joke. - Hear me out please ...
The paused again for a moment and finally opened his mouth I thought
friend in the word, and know that I read, and you know I write and you know I feel and as you know everything know that I exist, you know I'm here. I thought that one when it is born comes with a certain aminclusive or is one that gives a mother or a father and misery those who have not tried what is that love which some call "free." But since then I wanted something in life that make me feel alive: Do not say a great philosopher? "I am, therefore I am." If I am not one to one except for you then to whom do I exist? How would not pose my feelings to you if to be for you then stop being invisible? "No man seeks transcendence? There is no statue that transcends more than the hope of being loved by! Not a woman But for what is a woman. Some red lips and backed by his beautiful words, a soft hair beneath which lies a brain capable of such tender thoughts sedulaugh. As the winds might say: "I could do it a hundred times happier," but maybe that's not true. Do not attempt to leave it to Him, that deceive me and you live two lives, I just want to make a statement that there is a happy man must be one that feels dead inside. For the love you freely must be someone who loves you in secret, "What do you care about my secret? Your anger will not let you see the love I have for you is what keeps me alive, eating and awake.
Listen to me friend because the word is the icon of thought, listen to me because what I do is what defines my feelings, I love you and I do not blush for it, and if you hide it because they wanted decIrlo aloud, would not accept that after this I'm alone with my shortcomings. Doctor will not lift the day I finally accepted that I have always been dead. That day I die my parents will not love and just a memory. And if I decided to give my heart to anyone else since then many will say that I am pathetic, but are those not treated that there is only one life to give your heart to many, not give you the heart and soul, I will not although they of the body because the body is flesh and that alone. Those who would ask a man who loves no one would ask the same Christ who came down from the cross, because I did not lose this even though I eat crows.
And if I started to mourn as they
End
Photo taken before starting to write this!