Life was like that, a strange thing. Something was missing to be happy, I tried to remember my life before you arrived, but I couldn’t, now everything has its design, its smell, its color.
You didn’t answer me, but that was the answer to my deepest questions. I remember all the times when, in vain, I was looking for a place to hide quietly, thinking about how you’d be doing. Yes, I already knew, that at one point in my life you showed up, and you did?
- Then you came.
- You brought almost nothing.
- You came with a serene smile.
- Revolutionary ideas.
- Many dreams and you entered my world.
- It was all of a sudden.
- It was a January morning.
- Sun.
- Joy and in the middle of the summer colors I saw your smile.
- I played a song.
- But I don’t even remember what it was.
- Suddenly everything was in slow motion.
- Your smile.
- The music stopped.
- The colors got louder and I smiled on my chest.
And when you felt my gaze, it became a magnetic attraction to me. He spent the summer leaving a strong feeling between us, and then you stayed. We begin a beautiful story; were dreams, dreams, a world of possibilities and a youthful desire to spend all their time with life.
We pack with the dead leaves of autumn, you embrace me and life makes more sense, it warms my body and soul with your love that does not suffocate, but overflows with light and joy every part of my being.
Many cups of coffee, a few glasses of wine, many notes of a brightly colored future and a passionate heart, everything seemed strange, it had never been easier to be happy.
I even feared its quality. Fear likes to terrorize those who feel it, but then winter came, everything became colorless and much colder, there were no dried leaves left, the nudity of the trees, the body and soul left the confused feeling of: what am I doing here?And I got lost. I realized that relationship wasn’t possible, we need problems and I know how to do it very well.
I can find needles in the haystacks and horns on the horses. Then my puerility has tired thy love; It was an endless round trip. One of them said he didn’t say it wasn’t over, and we lost him. He was jealous, indifferent, it was the last drop to fill and overflow the bucket.
You left with the end of winter. My heart seemed to have dried up. No flowers, no colors, no sound of joy and love that would not be noticed at all. A new season begins every time something ends. And in the spring, the garden was in bloom.
I was delighted, I fell in love, I felt a slight flutter of life in my chest, I felt a dizzying emotion and the sun regained my face and made me smile: Is it quite a memory ?, I thought.
The flowers have come back to me, I looked at this watercolor of God and I got excited, and then, in the flower garden, I could hear a few steps I knew so well: you came back, it flourished in my life as spring. in the garden.
And we tried again. I laugh for no reason, you with distant gaze, a fresh spring night, two glasses of wine intoxicating two loving hearts and freeing two souls chained in their peculiarities. Spring was like summer. It gave me joy, happiness became constant and we smiled for no reason, silly smiles for everything that happened.
Our summer has arrived. You were distant, but I didn’t notice
Occasionally you disembarked, but most of the time you flew in other colorful carnival gardens, with more joyful music playing your heart, so you smiled and it wasn’t that laugh I was used to, it was a smile you were leaving for. .
I couldn’t do anything but let him go, and he’s been there. He took his happiness to another corner and left me, once again, the pain of memories that are useless, I can’t touch, I can’t live, I can’t even feel because it hurts so much.
I tried to get up, but I lacked everything, willpower, illusion, dreams. I was hoping the carnival would come and come, fantasize about happiness. A real smile appeared on my face. A sincere tear fell aside and that night I was not Colombian, Pierrot fell better.
At the carnival, everyone has to be happy, and I was; I rehed in two and today, without carnival hangover, without sadness in my heart, without wounds and without love, I woke up, my attentive eyes soon saw in the reflection of the window an image that I had not known for a long time. time, my eyes came back to me.
You robbed me and it wasn’t bad, I loved the feeling of belonging and being in your eyes, but the feeling of now, of feeling behind me, that feeling was indescribable I ran to the mirror to see better, to confirm it, and by the slit of the window I saw a floral button. It was far from spring, but it was close to flowering, and that day I understood mine. That day began a happy new love story, the story of my love!