Hello people of Taringa, today realise a story about experiences on a loving rupture or a first love. They hope Likes.
Even memory and that I forget to you
They already spent two years of that history in which I invested my but sincere affection; a time sufficient to think and to try to forget. But not human can with the feeling and the good things that they happen in temporary lines affect to us and they are made live in our lives, “ who diria of that one enamored crazy person who sometimes murio by love or even lives to feel” it is a paradox in exhausting ends that do not do but that to make remember every moment lived next to “her”.
That one at night calm October in that we said ourselves goodbye and with a single purse me despedi with that sweet bitter flavor/of a last kiss. The beginning of a grief that enters the paved streets was going to encounter thousand times, without stopping being strange or entering at the most deep of the memory. An IMMENSE FAULT the one that sentia, an impotence that was increased as soon as ascendia more and more the silence of its words. To feel to die shouting to the sky whatever “I love you” and to see that star no longer feels the same.
The faithful man to his virtues of solitaire, is itself tired before the eyes of his wife in abandonment and suffers, shouts in his adentros “needs to you and dies without I do not have to you”, but thus he appears again of the experience of knowing how to love and to have felt loved, but still I am strange to you. Immersed in a room suppressed by black walls to the life and an ocher worn away to the material, me acobija and makes me feel emptiness but attempt to recover that breath and I feel to look for it again, but not it encounter, hill its doors and said goodbye to which gave. It is one first night in which the eyes deceive the dream and my shaken body is impatient to run, pale skin, those red veins that vibrate in each pupil marks to a full sleeplessness of the worse nightmares and repiquetear of the heart that seems not to want to act its as to live but rather to feel.
But the night follows, and thus also the needles of a clock with few batteries, a cellular one that a message does not mark, a telephone that does not sound and that timbre of a door that hopes… in my, a drawer more and more emptiness. I write notes in my computer, I see its photos and the tears are the worse sign of absence than it appears, because? , that I made bad? , current currency in my interrogation.
The morning is shown and the happiness makes the rounds in each tree, on obligations that I do not want to fulfill, but I can only be lived your image once again. I am decided and I gone. I see you, your eyes between shades of one night in weeping, a tired body and without your smile that as much well me towards; we crossed ourselves, you salute to me and you distance to you in an overwhelmed hall but as well emptiness, anybody speech and I do not listen to it, anybody writes and my hands do not react, my red eyes in sadness only deal with retratarte for thus guardarte of honorary form and respectable.
Thus they spend 3 months and even “I love you”, I transform into target of aid and experience for others, I am a word of consolation, and somebody that creates to know of wisdom, but still I see and I wait for your signal, my love follows intact. I stand in my respect and to respect it, I still hope, I am patient but book tears to your image. I see as that flame goes out and my strong arms become weak and begin to fall, I refuse to the acceptance, but acceptance that this whole in the forgetfulness. It only went of my life and I parti of her saying to Goodbye and regalandonos the feeling us alive and able to cause that in our ways she blooms what we want to seed but is truth that I have no longer it, already there am that it lost. Sigh and I give my I complete “I love you” who dies in the forgetfulness.
“In the nights as I had this one it between my arms.
I kissed so many times under the infinite sky.
It wanted to me, sometimes I I wanted also it.
How not to have loved its great fixed eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have it. To feel there am that it lost "
I kissed so many times under the infinite sky.
It wanted to me, sometimes I I wanted also it.
How not to have loved its great fixed eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have it. To feel there am that it lost "
Link: http://www.videos-star.com/watch.php?video=8YFxgEp2O6c
My I complete poem towards her:
Ice sheets
Contributor of your glance in broken consolations
revives your anxieties to see my face;
dirty, dead, dismal of senses
devoid of love towards your beats,
one parodia of my heart in forgetfulness.
Iron fists you give in caresses
aged of the cold, burned of solitude.
A single kiss divided between my lips
without drinking in humidity pitchers.
“You will fly without wings to the forgetfulness of your pupils”
a photo that is memory of ours to happen.
That armor of cells built the framework for by chimeras
they do not let imagine the possible thing to me to a truth,
you are tear of an eye without dawns
but you are fire of my words when dreaming.
Contributor of your glance in broken consolations
revives your anxieties to see my face;
dirty, dead, dismal of senses
devoid of love towards your beats,
one parodia of my heart in forgetfulness.
Iron fists you give in caresses
aged of the cold, burned of solitude.
A single kiss divided between my lips
without drinking in humidity pitchers.
“You will fly without wings to the forgetfulness of your pupils”
a photo that is memory of ours to happen.
That armor of cells built the framework for by chimeras
they do not let imagine the possible thing to me to a truth,
you are tear of an eye without dawns
but you are fire of my words when dreaming.
Story and Poem: Cabe22
Fragment: Poem I number 20 of Pablo Neruda like fotomontage of youtube
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