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Richard Parker [render + wallpaper] by abdelrahman
Humitas hechas con amor
She gave you all the signs. She told you everything.
My dear Marguerité Gautier,
Sadness and happiness are nothing more than the same extreme feeling that lasts a brief moment, which depend on the perspective you want to see them. Probably every human, in a certain period of their life, understands that. Once ago, I saw both sides of the coin at the same time. It sounds strange, but love showed me that life sometimes gives you lessons in the most unpredictable way. I used to work in a psychiatric hospital as a male nurse. The truth is that I chose that job to understand life and mind. I never got involved with patients before, but a silent girl with a sparkle in her eyes, appeared. The medical case file said that she took three boxes of pills as a desperate way to see the stars.
Life only gave me a week with her .When we started the treatment; she stared at me for a long time and smiled me from time to time. One night I found her alone and almost naked looking through the window. She begged me not to take her to her room; she said she wasn’t ready to sleep yet. She spoke for hours and I didn’t say a single word. It was wrong, I shouldn’t be kissing a patient, but for the first time, I felt true love. Our time was short and was really unfair, but she had an idea in her mind, and not even our strong love could make her change it. She was decided to fly and finally be free.
That morning I was her wings. When I released her hand, her eyes were no longer sad. She wanted to be free, and that was the only way to free her spirit. My heart and soul were completely broken, but she left something inside of me. She used to say that happiness reduced to see the raindrops falling against a window on a cloudy night, or feeling the coldness in a winter’s morning.
Time has passed and life gave me much more. I work in a traditional hospital now. I married ten years ago, and I have a son. Tonight, I was driving home and a deep feeling of sadness growth inside of me. It is pretty weird to realize that everything that I have accomplished in life I owe it to her. She taught me how to see the world through the heart, and find out who I was for real. I stopped the car to see happiness falling from the sky.
Siempre que llovió, paró. Ser libre y confundirme con los sollozos del viento. Ser esclava y vivir del pasado y el futuro. El presente no me pertenece.
Same old me again today,
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Una canción para creer en flores y runas.
Al amanecer algunos ojos ya eran de la oscuridad y huyeron hacia las tinieblas del ayer, con un puñado de semillas por sembrar con un puñado de promesas por crecer y amar.
Ustedes hacen que quiera creer en los amigos.
Believe.
Universidad de Santiago de Chile.
Son como olas, pero en mi cama
Sometimes I feel pretty... but just sometimes