Tales of a Heart...

-I love you for the way you make me feel, for the way you touch me in a clumsy way…you made me love all your defects…

-You make me wish to be a better soul, so I can at least deserve your attention…your kind eyes…your innocent touch…that simple smile…

-I don’t see the time to be near you, and find myself making up foolish excuses to avoid leaving you…

-I can’t hurt you woman…even if I want to, I don’t know how…

-I damn you for making me weak, for showing me a better world…

-Everytime I start to forget you, you made me fall in love with you again…

-What should I do? Please my light, my goddess…what should I do?

-Once I’ve touched your hair and my hands were never the same…not even silk made them forget…

-Why does she encourage me with her right eye, to leave me naked in the crowd with the left?

-Does she knows that with a smile she could make me turn rivers?….make us walk the heavens?…make us atheists believe in a God?…time stops to admire her…Oh Great One, with all that power, you decided not to enslave us all…

-In the seventh level of hell may I be imprisoned if only I could dream with a kiss from those lips…

-Is my destiny to make you feel good, to put a smile in your lips…no matter what…to light that small spark in your eyes?...So I can return home…alone!

-From the bravest of the flowers of Africa to the strongest smell of Asia’s incense…I’ve never experience such smell like the air that surrounds you…
-What shall I do to have your attention? Become a second person with second pretenses? I just wish that instead of having to decifer other people’s eyes and body signs, instead of lying in every punch line, instead of playing the “give attention-show indiference” game…people would just cross a room full of strangers, sit next to you and say: “I like you! I could say million words about how your body makes me wonder, compare your eyes with the most valious gem on earth, I could right about you to the wind…but I just want to say…I like you! Let me make you happy!”

-Why do I miss you so much if I never had you?!

-Those anyone else do the things that I do for you?!

-Why do I find my reason in you? You don’t see me…at least with the eyes I wish you would…why do I feel you’re worthy of all my time, why do I feel you deserve all the time that is yet to come?...

-If I knew that I’d born to serve you, to worship and contemplant you from a distance, to hold your tears and guard your secrets…I wouldn’t want any other fate…but I need to know that I have a purpose, and the doubt is killing me…

-Am I just despered? Do I represent all my frustrations in a fake love for you?

-I try to find the meaning I keep seeing in you…that reason to go to bed at night and to wake up in the morning….That small rewarding smile I see in your face althought it cost me so much to earn it…I try to find that simplicity in the eyes, in that piece of hair that falls in your face…I try to find beauty in other women…but they only make me think more of you…

-People may say I’m crazy and that you’re not worthy of my attention. Me? I just believe in that old fashion love. Not the eternal love…the love with no treason, without making you play games that you don’t understand…that love that doesn't make you show a better person than you really are, so you can be loved…

-I find myself not caring anymore. You stop feeling pain after so much time getting used to it. After a while that particular pain is your only friend… no more, no less that others you had felt. Nothing makes that one special…

-Wouldn’t be great if we were loved by what we really are…if good things happen to good people…that would be a world that deserves you…

-Do we all have a chance for love? Did my time passed already? Does it really come for “everyone”? I used to believe so…
-What did that heart said that I’m failing to say to conquer you?!

-Is my anatomic function so insignificant that I have to carry all the consequences of the emotions?

-Is my fate to suffer the same pain that I have not caused? Should I accept this nails although I do not deserve them?! Should I see them as a necessary evil to form my character?

-Forgive my foolish and messy words…I’m nothing but a red tainted heart that suffers the double of pain the past brought me, and half of what tomorrow plains to me…

-If only I was like my proud brother upstairs…in the throne that he built…claiming for him the final decisions…racional decisions that althought brings him peace in his sleep will never bring the pure feeling that runs in my veins…Why am I responsible for the great decisions? Why am I so violently silenced when I should be screaming at the four winds? Why am I the one who cryes when you run out of salty water?!

-Yes I’m a fool…a fool in my thoughts, in my words and in my lack of actions…yes, I bring you despair, pain, sorrow and unnamed feelings that torments you my brother…but I can’t stop thinking what would be of you if it wasn’t for me…the one who introduces you to the most pure of the tastes...

-I shall leave you with your thoughts my brother…I’ll continue my grief…in silence…as always…and tomorrow more thousand words shall I bleed so she can hear me…Don’t feel sorry for me…I love! I wouldn’t want any other way and wouldn't trade it for anything…