The Unforgettable Experience: A Journey of Love, Loss, and Self-Discovery

Posted on Sep 22, 2024 in English

I Have Plenty

I have plenty balls to go through the streets breaking the night without you. I stand and I like the night in your skin if you let me, if I remember you because the cold is advised to do me, seek peace in every bed, every door, pa sunrise blur me or without me.

Over-crossing Your Way

Over-crossing your way you meet other lives: to know or not know them, live them or leave them running back is a matter that only depends on the choice you make on a moment. Know it or not, to pass long or often deviate your existence is at stake, and of who is at your side.

An Ordinary Person

I’m not special, that’s for sure. I am an ordinary person with ordinary thoughts, which has led an ordinary life. No monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart, and so for me, is more than enough.

A Writer Never Forgets

A writer never forgets the first time that accepts coins or a compliment in return for a story. Never forget the first time you feel the sweet poison of vanity in the blood and think that if anyone manages to find his lack of talent, the dream of literature will be able to put a roof over his head, a hot plate at the end of the day and wants most, his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that probably will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that time because then it is lost and his soul is priceless.

Mr. Bartleboom’s Letters

Mr. Bartleboom drop the pen, fold the paper, puts it in an envelope. He gets up, grabs his trunk a mahogany box, lift the lid, drop the letter inside, open and undirected. In the box there are hundreds of identical envelopes. Open and undirected.
Bartleboom has thirty-eight years. He believes that somewhere, the world will find a woman who, as always, is his wife. Occasionally regrets that fate persisted in him waiting, stubbornly so rude, but over time has learned in the matter with great serenity.
Almost every day for years now, take the pen and writes. It has no name and no address to put in envelopes, but has their story. And who but her? He believes it will be beautiful when they are put into your lap a mahogany box full of letters and say
– I expected.
She slowly opened the box and when you want, read the letters one by one and back by a blue line of ink mileage repossess years day, moment-that this man, even before meeting her and had given him. Or perhaps more simply, dump box and snow fun astounded at this letter, saying that man smile:
– You’re crazy.
And I love you forever.

The Burning Fire

You do not believe the fire burn until it gets the upper hand, then it is not to speculate. Is the realization, make mistakes, burn … it hurts, then do not do it again.
People go through life all the time. People are renewing and learn them. some others are not forever, butgo through us for something.
Perhaps this also be the opportunity to put an end to mixed feelings that were not … because they might not be either.
“Do not regret what made you have to learn EVERYTHING.”

A Writer’s Vanity

A writer never forgets the first time that accepts coins or a compliment in return for a story. Never forget the first time you feel the sweet poison of vanity in the blood and think that if anyone manages to find his lack of talent, the dream of literature will be able to put a roof over his head, a hot plate at the end of the day and wants most, his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that probably will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that time because then it is lost and his soul is priceless.

A Million Hearts

Tell me a word until the last of my nerve endings vibrate for you. Ask me a kiss, and every ounce of my breath you are soaked.
Give me a hug and I lose the map of your body. Get lost in a million and you will find my heart with each beat.
The pleasures violent end in violence, and have in triumph his own death, just as the fire consumed the powder in a ravenous kiss …

Writing Your Name

I try to write in the dark your name. I try to write I love you. The dark trying to say this. I do not want anyone to know, nobody see me at three in the morning, walking along the room, crazy, full of yourself, bright, blind, full of yourself, derramándote. I mean your name with all the silence of the night, my heart cries silenced. I repeat your name, I repeat, I say tirelessly, and I’m sure there will be dawn.

The Thinking Heart

True to the thinking we know everything, but know the thinking is one thing and knowing with the heart, is quite another ….
Each time you feel like to turn things
just the wrong things, remember that the first revolution to be carried out within oneself is the first and most important.
Pursue any idea no idea of self is one of the most dangerous things you can do ….
Each time you feel lost, confused, think of the trees, remember the way they grow. Remember that a large tree canopy and few roots is shot down by the first gust of wind, while a tree with many roots and little cup circular barely leaves the sap.
Root and crown should have the same measure, you must be in things about them, just so you can offer repair and shadow, the only way to get the right season you can cover you with flowers and fruits, and then when you open to many roads and not know where to go, do not get into any one at random: sit and wait.
Breathe deeply committed to that breathed the day when you came into the world, without letting anything distract you, looks and looks more even. Stay silent still, and listen to your heart, and when you speak, get up and go where you take …
* If it were not so cowardly you open your heart ….

Buried Pain

Do not try to bury the pain, will run through the earth under your feet, will seep into the water you drink and you poison the blood.
The wounds are closed, but there are always more or less visible scars that bother again when you change the time, reminding the skin its existence, and with it the coup that resulted. And the memory of the coup will affect future decisions, create unnecessary fears and sorrows washed away, and you grow as a creature off and cowardly.
Why try to flee and leave behind the city fell? Why the vain hope that in another place, in a milder climate, and it will not hurt the scars and drink cleaner water? All around you will rise the same ruins of your life, because wherever you bring it to the city you. No new land nor sea again, life is spoiled spoiled you anywhere in the world.

More Than That

Well you’re wrong, I’m much more than that. I am the guy who takes her to doctor. I’m the guy who takes a nightclub when he gets drunk, I’m the guy that I go shopping. And I’m the guy who takes three years, three years dreaming of her.
You’re in love, right? Could you be day and night alongside the person you most want to save the site to another?
“And trying to get away from it, because you do not want to get there? Because they ask me, because he is not. And you know what? That’s it. Because he … He is where he wants to be.
And here the only one who does not know she is. And I even bother … I’m fucking up the damn eggs from storage site to another.
Even the eggs. BECAUSE THIS SITE IS EMPTY FUCKING.
* Five minutes is eternal life in five minutes …

The Power of Words

I never knew my mother was killed. Juan Cruz killed my dad when I was a baby. I picked up, washed my head and I was subjected over the years. Let’s say my head is a mess, and arguably I’m totally screwed. And how to untie a knot so? Well, I am a psychoanalyst, working with words, love words.
But sometimes words are useless. Sometimes the right word is that it is silent. Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes words are heard without being said. There are words that heal, and others killed.
Sometimes silent to avoid further pain and silence are the words that both needed. A silence, a simple word or a monologue irritating, everything speaks, everything he says.
But sometimes do not cover even the silences and the words, we must go further, to move from words to action, because the rest, the rest is just blah blah.

Making You Smile

I guess you have thousands of beautiful memories with him, and it is impossible to forget. But I’m not giving up and I’ll even the score, I’ll stay by your side, making all the memories of the world, so that one day you go to bed and realize that I am in almost all the moments that make you smile.

The Flood of Time

Sometimes you think that everything has been forgotten, that rust and dust of the years have fully destroyed and which, in their greed, one day we trust.
But just a sound, a smell, a sudden and unexpected touch, that, suddenly, the flood of time falls without mercy on us and the memory will shine with the brilliance and fury of lightning …

The Unfinished Story

We are the unfinished story, a sea of memories left in oblivion and a feeling that he fell asleep on the promise of yesterday …
We saved what was left in a drawer, knowing smile, the eternal embrace, he could be, but it never happened, the illusion hidden, the uncertain path, the secret pain and time out.
We are therefore not defined simply, because he could never think clearly.
We are what we were, we could be and what we are, we are nothing and can be all …

Darkness Made of Desire

Darkness. Sighs sudden. Hands are crossed, funny, light. Unbutton, seek, find. A caress, a kiss. And another kiss and a sliding sleeve. A belt that opens. A zipper down slowly.
A jump. In the dark painted dark. Happy to be there … darkness made of desire, of desire, of slight transgression. The most beautiful, softest, most desirable. Fast passing cars on the road. Headlights that illuminate and disappear in a flash. Flashes of light that draw open mouths, I want to stop, suffered, made, accomplished, eyes closed, then open.
And more and more. As the clouds. Hair disheveled and uncomfortable seats. Hands that give pleasure. Bocas looking for a bite and cars continue to pass, so fast that no one has time to notice the love that follows the rhythm of music at random, from the radio. And two hearts do not slow down fast , which are about to collide gently.

An Unforgettable Experience

Time will tell whether our destiny to be together … or if it was just a blip in what we did not give a chance, but if it was, if it was only possible thing I want you to know you were, are and will be an unforgettable experience …

Flavors Consciousness

How is life? How strange when we are not distracted, when we have such a hurry, when we stop. And smile. And understand. And close your eyes. And notice that even the second run for us. And learn to live them all thoroughly. And flavor with a smile, with concern, hope, desire, clearly, with any questions. But taste it. Flavors consciousness.

Restart and Breathe

After all, computers are broken and relationships are terminated.
The best we can do is restart and breathing. So many roads, so many detours, so many choices, so many mistakes …
Welcome to the era of lost innocence …
No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s and no one lives unforgettable romances, O yes …

A Different Perspective

I wish I had wings, and fly to the top. And to see people walking without stopping, and running trying to achieve something or someone. And see how few succeed and many fail. See how people walk blindly, no matter what happens around them. See how they ignore each other. See how everyone chooses a different path to the other, crossing between them without addressing the look and stop and think even know the other person with whom he crossed.
And I, from the top, watching and learning, I would like to know which of these souls is right. Which of these many minds, really knows the way to be elected. Flight and flight, and always the same scenario. Everyone sees life from a different perspective. Each believes he is right. Trafficking aspirations do not stop. Always looking for that being that we all desire. Consuming today, without realizing that what we leave behind is much more of what’s to come.

Broken Hearts

Know the best part of the broken hearts? – Asked the librarian.
Refused. – You really can only be broken once. Everything else is scratching.

The Dance of Love

observing, and discover the person you’ve always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy that happens before the actual sex. The greatest pleasure is not sex, is the passion with which it is practiced. When this passion is intense, the sex comes to consummate the dance, but never the main point.
He who is in love making love all the time, even when it is doing. When the bodies are simply the straw that breaks the camel. They may stay together for hours, even days. You may begin the dance one day and finish the next day or even not finish, so much pleasure.
Nothing to do with eleven minutes … Contrary to what my clients think, sex can not be practiced at any time. There is a clock hidden in each one of us, and to love the hands of both persons must check the same time, the same time. That does not happen every day.
He who loves does not depend on sex to feel good. Two people are together, and wants to have to synchronize their hands, with patience and perseverance, with games and performances ‘dramatic’ to understand that making love is much more than a match: a “hug” of the parties genitals. Everything is important.
A person who enjoys life lived intensely all the time and does not miss sex. When having sex, is plenty, because the glass of wine is so full that it overflows naturally, because it is absolutely inevitable, because it accepts the call of life, because at that time, only then, get out of control …

The Voice of Conscience

Making mistakes is natural, you have understood them to leave without becoming vain makes sense of an existence. The only teacher there, the only true and credible is his own conscience. To find it we must remain silent, deep, far away, you start to hear a voice. It is a quiet voice and maybe at first it irritates their triviality.

Living and Learning

I have forgiven almost unforgivable mistakes, I tried to replace irreplaceable people and forget the other memorable. I’ve done things on impulse. I have disappointed people who had never thought possible to do so, but I have disappointed others.
I gave hugs to protect someone in the world. I laughed when I could not, I have made eternal friends, have loved and been loved, but I’ve also been rejected, I’ve been loved and not loved.
I screamed and jumped for joy, I have lived in love and I did swear eternal. I’ve fallen many times. I cried listening to a song, and seeing pictures, I called someone just to hear his voice, I am in love with a smile. I thought I was going to die and miss so I have not done, I was afraid to lose someone, I’m lost and I’m lost.
But I’ve lived, still alive and will continue to live …

A Heart of Good Form

that in 50 years someone tell me that you love it solved, because I have news to give you, now is a mess. But I guess it always has been. Want to be loved. Find someone to do it hurts the heart of good form. Feeling understood.
If you are robots or aliens or something and not feel what you say what you will have lost. And I’m sorry for you. As far as I know is all that matters and that’s all that should matter.

The Confusion of Words

In reality all around us we can only capture a small part. And in that part of the confusion often reigns because it is all full of words, and words, most of the time, instead of leading to a more comprehensive, make us around like a carousel. Understanding requires silence.

A Small Shrine

There are people who know that there is always a mystery to solve, they know they can always build a small shrine for it and enjoy being together

The Misery of Love

Love always betrays. I associate love with suffering. Love is not the excitement and euphoria, but the misery and degradation. Love is troubled and he spends his life sharpening their knives. In love always wins who flees.
Today people believe too much in love. It is an esoteric belief, saving it seems to me wrong. Love does not save anything. The answers to salvation is within us, as is the attitude it takes to love. In the same way that there is wonderful trip, but travelers wonderful, love is good but not good lovers. Some people are gifted for love and others however are not nor willever. I would probably be one of them. When love comes, I assume that I will suffer.

The Stars in the Dark

Been fifty years, fifty long years since done this. Looking back to what I said many years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I concluded that if things happen the way you wanted is a measure of a successful life, then some will say I am a failure.
The most important thing is not to bitter disappointments of life. Learning to let go of the past. And recognize that everyday will not be sunny, and when you’re lost in darkness and despair remember that only in the dark night you can see the stars.
And those stars will lead you back home. So do not be afraid of making mistakes, or tambalearte and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing things you fear the most.
Can you get everything you want. You might get more than you ever imagined. Who knows where life will take. The road is long, and finally, the journey is the destination. “

Two Strangers

Two strangers. A place. Waiting. An hour that never comes. I am there, hopeless and incredibly advanced, but not by much. I go, I see, I go further. Eyes that look at me. I do not recognize, but what may have changed so much? No, definitely not him.
I go into the season and hopefully considering all possible options. Still time for me I’m Swedish, to slip away before being seen. But no, that would be fine, and I have to do things right. A drop of sweat slowly sliding down my forehead and goes to the scarf that I just found in my bag. A couple of steps forward, one pair back and return to my site. Uncertainty, mistrust, some nerves. Then I turned and I admit at once, walking towards me, like my vague memories.
The night passes quickly travel between conversations, college, friends and other things. A walk around the city. Questions light, without malice, give way to more personal. A new ride that ends in a bank of one of the avenues. A nagging question, capricious, an inquiry that are not answered, you get to return insidious, and that just sealed with a kiss, the first of those who are sandwiched between talks about everything and anything, while the minutes pass any night of July.

A Compilation Tape

Record is a great compilation tape, like breaking with someone, it takes more than imagination rutabagas. We must start with the beast for attention, and then gradually increase the intensity but without going back because then you have to lose once.
There are a lot of rules … Anyway, I started to record one in my head, to Laura, with things you enjoy, things that make you happy. For the first time I think I know how. “

A Cloud of Happiness

like that right now the time pass quickly, and while you were here , so you can see you and hug you … be able to feel your arms around my waist and think I’m over the moon to the fingertips, the sky so often promised and so few people have achieved.
Right now I’m going plying mounted on my cloud, a cloud as soon as you feel radiant with happiness as falls in raindrops. A cloud sailing in my dreams, my dreams, my hopes, hoping that when these drops can cry into the sea and then ascend to heaven again, again forming part of it.
And while you sleep, I write, I long for you. I remember your kisses hidden and the tips of your fingers touch the palm of my hand, looking for a way invisible to most mortals. And while I remember I long walks in the park, only to rediscover a city, promised kisses and film that evening ahead.
Because I like having you around. I do not know why, but I like it.
I press again the ((play)) and everything starts to spin, but this time it really starts.

The Hardest Battle

Being only yourself in a world struggling day and night to become another person, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting. “

Time Takes It All

Time takes it all, whether you want it or not. Time takes all, it takes time and at the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes become lost in it.
Look around, have a wonderful life … Why waste it stuck in the past?
I could have had in my arms forever and would not have been enough.

A Piece of Every Person

I am a piece of every person who has been in my life, albeit a poor second, a touch on the subway, or holding back for years. I yearn for past and future so that you fear. I love their early months, these messages with as many you want, those kisses sent from far and also that you never wanted to understand. I am the soundtrack of your life, and that song so catchy that both hate and always end up singing.

Where is the Love?

car is put back on track following the tide. As the song says, she also let me know where is the love? But is there really? One thing is sure, gladly dispense with his sister, who from behind keeps repeating with emphasis: “Put Eros, come on, I hear Eros. “
The Mercedes will be overcome when the cigarette, already completed, dropped, pushed by an impulse sound, and helped by a gust of wind. He comes down the marble staircase fits your Levi’s 501 and then climb the Honda blue VF Custom 750. As if by magic, suddenly finds himself between the cars. The right Adidas changes gears, clutch and let go of the engine, and powerful, it pushes through traffic like a wave. The sun is rising and is a beautiful morning. She goes to class, he has not been lying. A day like any other. But at the traffic lights are next to each other. And from then on, it will not be an ordinary day.

Two Lovers, Frozen in a Kiss

A few days ago did a survey of one hundred Internet users voted for that three considered the most important photographs in history. The first choice was a snapshot of the atomic bomb dropped on Nagasaki. The second was the man stepping on the moon first, but the third was the one I liked, showed two lovers kissing each other while the world revolves around him. I like knowing that among the three most important pictures from history are two lovers, frozen in an endless kiss, refugees from oblivion. Perhaps that is what we feel when we see old photographs, which they do not pass the time. As the mosquitoes trapped in amber for millions of years, the world moves on and they stay trapped there forever without change. As the photos stored in a shoebox, snapshotsanother time that will never …

A Change of Plans

Since I have the use of reason, I wanted to travel the body and the outlines of this world without anyone scour my heart enough to stay there forever, or at least a long period of my life.
I’ve never had this traditional idea of study, have a career, work, pay a mortgage, get married, sleep between monotonous bed linens, have children, work, work, work for my partner, work for my kids, work and work.
If anything is clear from all this is that I want to have a college degree. But from there, I shouted that my life changed. I leave this city and miss it. I want to become independent, myself. I long for the smell of cities that have never been and where night and day dream to be. I want to live in at least ten different cities and draw their memories in my bed. I want to write the wet streets and lit mountains, I photographed every beach, every sun, every sigh, every whisper, every story, every morning. And I know I will always want that, you know. Actually I knew forever.
But now it has failed a part of my plan, you know I did not realize that you came to stay. I do not even realize I left the door ajar. And you came. And you left off. And broke my charts.
There who like, well, not like it, love it. There who would love someone to break the schemes, in fact, spends half his life waiting for someone to break the schemes. And there is someone who hates the break, but ends up falling.
I do not know if I love it, if I hate it when I have finished falling, if I have not fallen. Just know that now, besides all those things you’ve always wanted, I WANT YOU.

Don’t Let Go

Look, …
He lowers his head and looks into her eyes. She lost in her blue eyes. For a second it seems that everything stops. And she quietly places his palm over his. Interlace your fingers. He points out his two hands together. Smile. And he looks at his eyes. And see that he looks at his two hands as well and smiles back.
– You see, it is not difficult. Do you feel anything?
Response is thought a few seconds and look into my eyes.
– No. ..
Then in an act of fear she withdraws her hand and behind his back. And looking away in search of that hand. The surrounding area with arms and interlace your fingers again. The eye contact.
– No more do it again, okay? Do not ever let go of his hand.
– But you said that …
– The only thing I feel now is that I do not want to leave my side.

Small Daily Miracles

I want my life to be the kind that are immortalized in a book or a movie (who has not dreamed of it). But I think if a book would not be a bestseller, or, if it were a movie, it would of great special effects, no.
If I had to write about my life, this would be the union of many life stories EVERYDAY, small daily miracles as I like to call it. May not have done anything to change the world, but we all have something to say, something we would like to leave for posterity, so that when our body has become volatile thousand particles, someone reminded.
That is why words are a timeless way to make us, if not forgotten. I like that in the book of my life so much talk about successes and my failures and my mistakes. Of my strengths and my faults, my joys and my sorrows, my hobbies and my tastes. In short, my human condition and therefore, the imperfection that entails. I loved dearly, who also loved me. That broke my heart in more than one occasion, I did a thousand and one follies of love. I have still stuck thorns and probably never peel them. That if I was never yours, and that if he is yours forever. Of what was and what could not be …

Addicted to Love

Love is like a drug. At first there is a feeling of euphoria, of total surrender. Then the next day you want more. You are not already addicted, but I liked the feeling, and you think you can keep it under control. Think of the loved one for two minutes and forget it for three hours.
But soon you get used to that person, and raisin to depend entirely on it. Then think about it for three hours and forget it for two minutes. If you are not around, you experience the same sensations as the vicious when they fail drug. At that time, as well as the vicious and humiliating steal to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

Fighting for High Hopes

In life it is necessary to have high hopes. If not you will never get more than a completely normal life. A life based on the mediocrity and the cadence of emotions.
In turn, although it seems contradictory, it is necessary to strive for these high expectations. For if not fight that come to you, they alone never will. It will be silent and will go to another person who devotes his life to fight for them.
Throughout his life he had acquired a relatively tiny amount of their own great expectations. Often came to ask herself if she and those high hopes form magnets repelled. But he never lost the desire to fight for those hopes, and one day, when I was at the limit of his strength, the high hopes came to her.
It was then realized that life has to bow down and make us suffer until the last moment. Life hits us and sink us, and I can guarantee that only the brave know how to follow whatever the pain. Only the brave know how to support their blows and keep fighting for his high hopes.

The Importance of Breakfast

Some think that breakfast is only minutes ago, but in reality, is as of the time. As I sit in front of the coffee, I know the day I’ll have to go. And in 20 years I’ve had breakfasts of all kinds. Breakfasts with family, laughter and croissants are still warm. Solitary breakfast, minding my own business. Breakfast in the company, full of excitement and nerves for the things they start. And also breakfast starting at the table … and end up in bed. Breakfasts fast, no time for anything.O full of doubt and fear, the people want. Are just a few minutes, but at breakfast you know how is the day that awaits you. And now I know that everything will go well.

Choose to Live Extraordinarily

In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love.