So what I think I loved and even though I have been loving, love
also gave me the illusion cleanest and purest memories.
I lived stories, if
women who appreciate what you left in my
and those who dedicate a flower, a smile, a poem ...
But no matter how many times you wake
always love a great love that consumes the soul, you turn all your senses
revives all your sensibilidads ... and I lived.
again Here I am allowing her memory torture
my memory because it is so difficult to accept that I experienced something I never ended up being?
and is so hard to forget what never ceases to leave ..?
And from the noise of people that I sometimes imprisons
or from silence and loneliness that sometimes sets me free, I still think
the occasion and thanking every minute of those sensations ke
gave me, When his hand
I was in mine, my lips on hers,
his body next to mine, his gaze in my eyes, his voice in my ear,
and its essence in my soul.
If you have not loved you have not lived, and if you have loved and suffered
and scares you Back to mourn, think of all those feelings that love gives
it not worth the risk to get back to feeling?
again and again, fall after fall, still looking for love, for love, somewhere will be looking for you.
Pablo Neruda - Jorge Gauna
