I'm writing a beautiful love story based on real events, about a love so unexpected as intense and passionate, but above all things true.
A story about the few real opportunities that life has in store for all and should be exploited and without hesitation, even fear and panic that can give us at first.
Give your love and affection and as an "investment" is involved, will be back with more than ...
should not do it for "interest", but all do the things that really interest us, and with few exceptions, we have the last word and the power to change our destiny, our star but we are not happy or feel miserable.
As the song says "Love is in the air ..." but we must be quick as lightning, delicate as a cloud, love should be treated as what it is, an ether, a constantly crave something when we do not have and that we are slipping through the fingers (usually), when with us.
This story is to teach us something that really can not teach: that love is so volatile and so uncontrollable that we "programmed" to live in a completely open, honest and intense giving him anything but "an inch" (that's the hand that protects us ultimately die love or suffer torture when love sentimental journey to another place.)
Since everything has a place and time and we do not know and as far as my philosophy then a good dose of disappointment, depression, anger, rage, hate y. .. is that there are simply seize the moment, the famous "Carpe Diem" and rush every inch of that love which we have had, every second beside the beloved, every feeling that we bubbling, every emotion that causes us because in reality what matters is not if it lasts a day, a week, a year or 25 years ...
NO!, The important thing is to live it up and catch the essence as we want or we can (a letter, a poem, a story, photo, picture, book, song ...), making immortal until the end of life in the universe. We feel fortunate to have been there long enough to be aware of this and now, at that time part of your being or myself.
Pronto La Niña de los Mil Besos will come and nobody can take away that love me, not even me, even she, or a hurricane or a typhoon, neither the sea nor the sun, neither good nor evil can remove each of the thousand kisses that gave me so sweetly and with such affection that only feel the wind on my neck I turn to your search. Wherever you
il mio amore: With a love so true, something so perfect in the imperfection of my life and all of my fucking way!
PD.: [Note from March 16, 2006]
Although a friend told me that I scattered a bit, especially in this post or blog posts (that could be called "artilog"), we must stress that indeed, this is not the story itself, much less, but the idea of \u200b\u200bit mixed with strong emotions and vibrations that I had at that moment ... although what passes for public review more or less intense according to various parameters or limitations, I prefer to call (time, inspiration, stress, vision, liabilities, customers, energy, sugar (if you need a lot of sugar a day, what can I do ...), and so on., etc.), my main idea for this space (or pseudo-literary literary first, if one is classic or strict) is the to dump ideas, fragments, pieces of stories, projects and crazy things, without having to make sense to anyone or get more than just sparks my imagination and my desire, I try to be a reflection of what actually me happens every day at almost all times and absolutely, in every circumstance ...
are the test and the memory for the distant future the actual birth of a writer (who always had a thousand ideas and projects in his head but never found out why they were there because they did not leave to another site and it was always sensitive to the surface ...).
Specifically, is the birth of: The Novel Writer.
- Art
Waldo
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