Sunday, April 12, 2009

How Long After Waxing Can I Shave





As a lake without water, a melody without rhythm, a tune without voice, like a flower without petals, as an autumn leaf. Nonsense or reason to exist, only allow a short memory, which reaches perhaps not for that, maybe just a name, an idea, a thought. I once had this idea, see my love grow into a pit of dreams, surrounded by illusions and hopes. Today, however, only see a shower of disappointment, red and angry, that chokes me well, before the lens, of dreams, the evergreen trees that once adorned its banks today are just cold lifeless trunks, while the remains of leaves lie inert on the floor. I watch over and over the image, not understanding the change that has occurred. At what point let this happen? How I can make my sun come back? Such is the growing despair in my soul, that happiness that once grew all this, it seems that even existed. As if it were an autumn leaf, I feel my joy and happiness are falling, slowly but steadily, and without anything that could help it. Suddenly I see your face, yes, yours, smiling at a distance, that smile that lifts me up and awake. Suddenly I see a ray of light, try to see the origin and are your eyes that shine with light up my soul empty. However, I can not prevent my fall, even if you get your light, the fall is inevitable. The sorrow and regret covered my face, my eyes drop a tear practice. When I'm about to hit the ground, something in it catches my attention. I see something green, in stark contrast with the brown and black that dominates this place. Then I realize that in reality, the falling leaf that was not my soul, but it was the love for her. And I had to let that love die, to be born the joy that you always offer me.






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For ILU, with affection.

Because you're my sun

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