Gone? A feeling of melancholy due to the withdrawal of a person, a thing or a place, or the absence of pleasant experiences already lived.
I already mentioned it, ma’am. Several times, in several different ways (redundant like you). And this photo I copied from a beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda makes me want to talk about you again, because you’re stubborn, you like to visit me, even when I left a very big word at the door that said: SAUDADE, STOP BY TOMORROW. Aren’t you passing? Not in one verb, not another.
- You know Paul was even describing you and he wasn’t pulling too much of your purse.
- Because I like you.
- But sometimes you don’t seem so cool.
- He (Paul) was there telling you that you are “The loneliness accompanied is when love is not yet gone.
- But the beloved already.
- “Let go of the hand of loneliness.
- My friend.
- You just come and show me you only stayed because you tell me you stay where there were good things.
He (Paul) also said that when you stay, is it because we love a past that hasn’t happened yet, living a present that hurts?Why did you say more?
And that is the greatest suffering: having no one to miss, going through life and not living. The greatest suffering is that you have never suffered?.
I know I don’t agree, does it suffer who has never suffered?Or maybe I agree, does living take away pieces of people?And not live? But listen, I don’t want to intrigue you, because I’ve always argued that you exist where the good is. I just need to open my eyes, they say you’re on the street with the hand of suffering and loneliness. And you know what the saying goes? Tell me in passing, I’ll tell you who you are?.
Am I worried here not to leave my days? I think he had a bad influence on my life, because I’m alone and loneliness has hurt me a little bit, I think I’m suffering, because you’re standing there parading with these old movies and listening to these melancholy songs. , thinking I don’t notice your presence, but do I see you, buddy?All the time.
So I, who’ve always talked so well about you, that I tell everyone who wants to know that they only feel close to you when the memories are too good and you feel good, you know?I don´t understand you.
In the name of our friendship I tell you, you can stay if you want and you can sit here at this table and have a coffee with me every day, you can share the pillow with me at night and we chat until I fall asleep, no problem. But I don’t like the people you see. And I like it a lot less that you bring them home, if you want, talk to them outside!
Get rid of them and you’ll be able to get in. Close the door when you pass and remember to turn off the light. He also asks the dog not to question me with his eyes like that, I know you’re talking to him. And when you go to bed, see if you’re sleeping? And learn to combine the verb pass. Then you can stay.
lack for those who have?Silence!Stop singing!Shut the up! Sometimes I wish you didn’t exist.