viernes, 26 de diciembre de 2008

Farewell, my sweet L

i don't want to say this is my last word. I always say that and still writing.
Is just the time goes by, and i keep walking. Perhaps in a shining future our paths will cross again, and we finally see how the life deal with us.
Meantime, we keep fighting our on illness and gohsts.
Farewell, my sweet L.
I tried, you too.
The life is stronger than us, no way to win.
The last word, the endless one, resist the fact to be spoken. Remain in my mind, trying to keep a hope alive.
My happiness will rise again, when id see your picture changing, your mood coming back to the dark hours you live.
Perhaps in a cold winter’s night i will not resist the temptation to write you again, and i will knock your door, with less hope than before, until the day i will forget your pretty blue eyes, or the sound of your sweet voice, and we become a perfect strangers, shadows of a love that could be.

Farewell, my love.

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