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Sabes si realmente te hable con el corazón?
Creo que el tiempo que nos hizo uno, paso en vano, no logramos ser uno parte del otro en los sentimientos... sólo fuimos un comentario popular y una fuerte idea de seguir hasta el final, que seria de estos tiempos si la idea rígida de seguir con aquella farsa siguiera en pie?...
o nos quedamos por siempre, o alguien de nosotros no estaría aquí...
que bueno poder salir de todo esto.. pero que difícil es aceptarlo.

Luego de varias semanas de receso de ideas, nuevamente veo el mismo sol de hace 3 años atrás.. con las mismas ideas -creo que esta vez solo cambia la silla donde escribo-

Pero... mi duda es, "donde iré a parar?"... con un a vida agitada llena de ideas y proyectos nuevos, sin tiempo para sentarse a pensar que es lo que hay a mi lado, o qué es lo que hubo... es lamentable ahí donde duele.

algo he conseguido, y creo que es bastante, fundamentándome en ese pequeño dolor que aún permanece, aquella herida que dificilmente sane..

Hoy es el mañana del ayer y así sucesivamente, las heridas de ayer, permanecen en el hoy y se proyectan sin mayores mejorías en el futuro...

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A ratos es duro saber que el recuerdo en tu cabeza, desconoce de tu presencia...

Simplemente una cita de un juicio ganado por George Vest, de donde salio la celebre frase, "A man's best friend is his dog."

      "Gentlemen of the jury, the best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us -- those whom we trust with our happiness and good name -- may become traitors in their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world -- the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous -- is his dog.

"Gentlemen of the jury, a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

"If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death." 

A Drop In the Ocean

Seasons of madness fill my mind

A lunar poet trying to find

A conception of what life is all about

Seconds pass me by I greet the minutes

A the hours roll them over

And years will drown the days and months

We are one, we are strangers in the night

Searching for our way to the light

Like an echo of unseen fantasies

That you'll never be able to catch

A drop in the ocean we're sailing upon

The angels of heaven are singing this song

Just souls in the corner of our universe

It seems that it's all we are

A drop in the ocean

Planet caravans sail on and on

In cosmic harmony they go

Within embrace of universal womb

Is it cosmic madness, harmony?

I ask you in my agony

As time won't heal my wounds it makes me numb

We are one, we are strangers in the night

Searching for our way to the light

Like an echo of unseen fantasies

That you'll never be able to catch

A drop in the ocean we're sailing upon

The angels of heaven are singing this song

Just souls in the corner of our universe

It seems that it's all we are

A drop in the ocean we're sailing upon

The angels of heaven are singing this song

Just souls in the corner of our universe

It seems that it's all we are

A drop in the ocean

El camino y las sombras

Desde las 5 de la mañana he caminado por esta misma calle, 

lo curioso es que hoy no hay sombras de los árboles bajo los postes,

todo esta igual de oscuro, de la misma forma que cuando la luna es el 

único farol de las noches.

Sin las mismas palabras...

Después de todo, nada es tan malo.  De un día a otro sin el mundo que tenias , creías tuyo y querías aparece degollado sobre la sangre del mismo, y al otro día,  en tus manos esta el mundo que soñaste, que esperas construir, de ese que no te acordabas en la matanza de aquel occiso. 

Ahora con el tiempo para determinar y cuantificar el daño de aquellos errores que alguna vez cometiste, cometí y esperando que el juicio de mi criterio sea el correcto para no volver a bañar de sangre los atuendos de la  esperanzas,  debo reconocer que te quiero por siempre.

Si las mañanas ya no son las mismas, sabrás que entonces las noches tampoco tendrán por qué serlo...