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✸A wonderful feeling of summer rainy melancholy✸
Éramos dos piezas que encajaban a la perfección, pero éramos piezas de diferente rompecabezas.
Como a linha que percorre a trama do tecido vejo-me envolvida pelos sentimentos diversos que ora aquece os ossos, ora os faz ficar doloridos.
cuando no tomo mi medicina me vuelvo aburrido y sin chiste, espero que mi vida no se concentre solo en eso.
ojala y regreses, y si no es asi, espero que seas feliz en tu proximo destino.
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Noches entre la tristeza y el consuelo
desde lo profundo del corazon he estado tentando a la tristeza sin razon desde lo oculto de mi mente, he querido dislumbrar el frio inherte es lo poco que logro sentir, lo poco que logro percibir por que ya no se que escribir, para que mi alma libremente pueda existir
he vuelto a los escritos de tristeza, sera por que son tiempos en delicadeza esto es lo unico que reconforta a mi cabeza ya ni si quiera siento que tenga destreza hay dias donde me gana la pereza y ni si quiera el olvido me interesa
a veces quisiera desaparecer, que todo esto solo fuera un sombrio amanecer que la realidad no sea tan abrumadora como realmente lo es que mis pensamientos no se concentraran en lo soez de la vida que no existiera esta asfixiante escasez y tener lo que verdaderamente vale
solo se decir chale, la unica palabra que de este pecho sale y quisiera decir que no se vale, pero asi es la vida por estos andares me gustaria que mi situacion fuera diferente, que el pasado no fuera tan presente creo que mi espiritu grita detente, es momento de que te centres. por que creo que aun no he perdido la fe, solamente no se que debo hacer por que me quiero prometer, que en este sentimiento no volvere a caer pero es dificil decretar en este escenario lleno de lagunas y mar ¿hoy que ira a pasar? no lo se, solo lo mejor puedo esperar, tal vez alguna sorpresa me vaya a llevar y quien sabe si es que me vaya a gustar.
The Library In the shadowed halls of the library, I tread, Echoes of wisdom, whispers of dread. A known stranger here I stand, Greeted coldly, by the guardian of this land. In my heart, a whirl of woes, Long shadows, the mind they enclose. Seeking comfort, I reach for a tome, Goethe's "The Sorrows of Young Werther" finds a home. In a chair, I sink, weary and forlorn, Turning pages, my heart is torn. Lost in Werther's torments of love, Seeking respite from the heavens above. As time in silent flight did pass, I beheld a maiden, alas. Dark hair flowing, eyes like the night, Lips crimson, a breathtaking sight. Clad in white, simple yet divine, Pink ribbons at her breast and shoulders intertwine. In her hands, a book, an escape, In this gloomy world, a marvelous shape. I watched, enchanted, as she read, Astonished how such grace, darkness could shed. How can such a delicate creature, Bring light and joy, such a liberating feature? Suddenly, she looked up, a smile she bore, Calling my name, my heart did soar. But then, a jolt, sharp and real, The illusion shattered, the dream did peel. The irritated librarian stood by, "It's time to leave," his tone was dry. Back to the grey, the life I despise, To my cold, empty dwelling. Again, I'll drown in vice to sleep, In the night's embrace, silently weep. For in that fleeting, dreamy sphere, I found solace, now disappeared.
The Man by the Window In a world so stark and dreary, Sat a man, eyes wet and weary, Staring through the pane so clear, At a realm that seemed so eerie. His thoughts a constant echo, Of the horrors down below, "World's so cruel, so full of woe, Does happiness still have a go?" But then one day, in a window yonder, Sat a girl, making him ponder, With a smile, like magic, fonder, Amidst this world, how does she wander? Day by day, he'd watch her grace, Lost in thought, her peaceful face, How does she, in this rat race, Hold her own, keep up her pace? But as days turned into nights, Her bright spark saw fewer lights, Her once joyous, carefree flights, Now mired in internal fights. He wondered, as he saw her wane, What caused her this growing pain? In her eyes, the weight of rain, A silent scream, a hidden chain. On a day, when the skies did weep, He saw her tears, the hurt so deep, She opened the window, took the leap, And silence reigned, making hearts skip a beat. But did she survive that fall so steep? Was there someone her soul to keep? Or did she succumb to life's cruel sweep? The answers, my friend, are buried deep. It's for you to decide her fate, For life's stories can twist and gyrate, Hold yours tight, before it's too late, For we master our own slate. And as the night began to wane, He closed the curtains, hiding the pain, Life moves on, it's never the same, But memories, forever remain.
Playing with fire, again ´-`
(Or smoking, if that's what you call it.)
Spiderweb clouds against the moonless sky.