In the memory it remains the light of your gaze, cursed sadness that steals the brilliance from your beautiful eyes without any reserve.
Take with you your characteristic joy, and the stars that watch over the moon in languid nights feel jealous of it; they erase atrociously from your lovely face your gracious smile, envied by snakes with long and viperous tongues who one day took on the form of a woman (a mistake committed by God for giving such malevolent beings a divine body).
It's unfair the destiny with you, my beautiful flower, it doesn't bring two consecutive days without a storm that drowns your hopes and dreams in bitter tears of pain and disarray.
Beat violently your chest before your battered heart can recover its beat, which exhausted perishes between two paths: one, by which your bare feet have already trodden and once again clears the floor stones so that you can walk grasping at oblivion; and another, new and uncertain that offers appetizing illusions to live and throws rose petals on the floor for you to tread.
Cruel destiny, that offers you two paths... the first, which has its gates open for the one who has already walked and doubts if you want to retrace; and a second, by which you ardently desire to traverse and whose guardian, its gates, dare not open so you can pass.
Yes, my friend, cruel if not yours... so tied to mine...
My soul is embargoes your sadness, my gaze darkens at the same time... My heart shrinks with such deep sorrow; in it dwells a foreign piece, marked by fire bears your name, a gift you offered me one day with your sincere friendship...
Sighs that the wind takes away to a lost world where lamentations, broken illusions, despairs and forgotten longings converge... mixed feelings that did not receive yearned-for response...
The phone rings, my legs tremble... a voice is heard, torn apart by despair, almost faint... it's your afflicted voice, my beautiful white rose...
Seek comfort, a word of encouragement, perhaps some advice... The support of a friend... who quickly finds it... despite bearing the weight of the chains that bind their hands and feelings...
It's my heart not just a beat of love that seeks and does not find, dissipating in oblivion...
...but it is, above all, a friendly and sincere heartbeat...
...that offers nothing in return...
even if I die of suffering trying to make your soul rejoice with happiness as it used to do...
Because when emotions are exposed, there's nothing that can stop them from continuing... they're simply there, present and unconscious... but when they awaken, they unleash emotions followed by fake smiles...
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