always been the lack ... more suffocating
saddest, most inhumane
,
a lack hard as a rock stuck in my heart,
is represented by the complete absence from my life
the word Love,
absence of a woman who I love and be loved.
My relationship with feelings has always been bad ...
... The lack of love is all-
because you bring it inside every single moment of your life.
Whatever I do ...
... the lack of a woman (close ... love me ...)
is always there,
in the center of the soul as a huge black hole
that I can not
fill a woman's face smiling and radiant.
then love you can find him any time of day.
appears between the lights of a film,
between pages of a book,
between the gates and street corners
and hits you with a ferocity unheard
reminding you that there is but you will never have.
I say "never" because I can say million times that
"when you least expect Love comes,"
that "a woman is already waiting for you,"
that "it is only a matter of time "but I know
,
after thinking a lot about this,
that the only truth of life are the facts
and facts build on this ...
... I'm not saying that being with a person
is a miraculous cure for all problems
and in fact there are more and more couples that break out, but
believe me, it is better to live
with a person and sometimes even fight bad
to be discovered by yet sunset
leaning against the window just like dogs
and tears as a single company.
I do not know why in 46 years has never managed to make me love,
not think I'm a asshole,
not think I am a selfish person,
are certainly not a male chauvinist.
... I realize that unfortunately there are few girls
and not only girls,
that are treated like shit more than they love their torture.
But I've always been a person
gentle
available
sensitive ...
... It 's true, I am very shy,
but I'm sure a woman
would be able to give a flood of emotions
and this not because I am a superhero romantic
but because they are
idea that the main characteristic of the human
is to be able to express their emotions
the presence of another human being willing to do the same.
... I do not know why there is a woman at my side
I ruffled his hair,
do not know why there is a woman at my side, I gently caress,
do not know why there is a woman at my side looking at me with eyes so bright
can reflect all of my love.
Writing this post is difficult
because I have to constantly wipe the tears
that arise from the desire to get lost in the blue of a life in two,
by the desire to touch the world with a finger,
by the desire to see the reality that changes color,
by the desire to shake the hands of my woman
and take with you the rest of the road.
But it is not.
Now turn off the computer,
I finally wipe the tears ...
touching ... kissing boys,
the smiles of the more mature couples,
the slow journey of two elderly people who are supporting each other,
tapping the immense love that my m'inchioda sadness.
(network)
