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  And I thought it would be the same. I thought it would all be just like before, but one matter is to lean on old memories in which everything was covered in tolerance, protection and joy and even a sense of unity, and another matter, utterly different, is to witness decay. Many years had passed, and in those old days the morning sun would cast its light through the windows as if it was announcing a jolly "good morning" and the birds would perch onto the mango tree right outside, all singing like a morning choir. The rattle in the spacious kitchen was certainly not noise, but a sound that would wake you up alongside the aroma of recently brewed coffee, and just the thought of waking up to that scene would make, even the laziest soul, wake up in a rush just to experience the events that would take place right outside the bedroom.   The kitchen was the heart of that house - just like many others, I'd presume - in which early morning visits would bring along a "good mo...

  Hold the time so it doesn't pass,  perhaps that way we can manage to understand who we are,  especially when we wake up under satin-made blankets,  and a ready-to-go me is no more available. It wouldn't matter how infatuated you are, in the end, they aren't coming back,  So is the end and birth of love, that mischievous thing  that sometimes we are slaves of, But don't you panic about it, even if you don't recognize it, Believe me when I say, it isn't worth it,  when it simply goes through life pecking at what it can and then we just away throw it.  See the sun over there, perhaps that's the only relief in life, What more is there to say when all around it is pervaded in lies, So don't try to convince otherwise, When you yourself have let me down, Countless times for the sake of your own crown.   Yes, we are slaves of love somehow, someway, Yet it can be smothered though not slayed, Since it seems endless And it energizes off even when it i...

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  THE VOICE (of faith and evil) "I believe the world itself can blind you with its banal sweet-honey taste, making you forget who you truly are. It's so easy to fall for it without even realizing about it. Sometimes I so hate it!" Thought he while staring at the gloomy morning that somehow felt as if carrying a burden of pessimism on its shoulders.  "I'd say that this world itself makes your spirit bloom in its rightful and truthful nature" a voice whispered. "Besides, what would you be if it wasn't for this world that you somehow have conquered and shaped to your own convenience?. This world, as you put it, has not left you out, furthermore it has complied to your wishes and whims". The soft tone of the whispered voice added. "There you are wrong! We know perfectly well that I am what I am through my God-given free will and that it is through His help that I have lived and experienced things out of His mercy so that I could shape my perso...

  CONVERSING And the room was dimmed by the pale light of a candle which cast his curved shadow against the wall. Even his shadow seemed more alive than he ever had been. "Pale Tortured Blue" being played, And it crushed him, And he knew it, And it tortured him, And he knew it, It was painful, And he knew it. "Your soul seems to want to leave the cage of your body, my dear." "I see you're back after such a long time." "And I see you have missed me dearly." The bottle of darkened red wine standing right in front of him as he took it and gently poured some of its content in a glass. He then poured some more in another glass as he lit up a thin menthol cigarette. Oh, and the melody of the song playing sadness and sorrow, a festival of tears and pain engulfing his being, tightening around his already shattered heart, And it crushed him, And his soul crying for mercy, And the prison of his body keeping it locked, And he knew it.   "I have per...

EN ESOS DÍAS Hay días en los que  simplemente levantarse de la cama representa una tarea ardua, empapada de agobio y pareciera que solo las preocupaciones y el desespero se entronan como un rey irrevocable y severo. La incertidumbre del que ha de ocurrir, cómo, cuándo o dónde, llena la mente y  el corazón de temor e incluso de egoísmo. Para qué negarlo? Si es algo tan humano como sentir una dicha plena o el simple hecho de abrazar a una madre o a un mejor amigo, y lo hacemos con ese amor que nace en el corazón.   Estamos compuestos de emociones y sentimientos que en muchas ocasiones nos sorprenden. Y sabes que? Creo que es un privilegio Divino. Solamente que, lamentablemente, muchas veces nos enfocamos en nuestros problemas, y no es que este simplificando la seriedad de los mismos, pero ciertamente deberíamos enfocarnos en lo que actualmente tenemos dentro de nosotros y en nuestro alrededor para así ver algo de luz. Sí. es un privilegio divino, el sentir alegría y tristez...

"Will you stay with me?, Will you not forget me?" - A trickle of bitter tears ran through her cheeks as she struggled to mutter those words. She was awfully aware of the dream she was having, so realistic that it hurt her, for she knew her beloved one was no more. Anne Marie suddenly woke up with a gasp, realizing the tears she had shed and the pain still in her heart and soul. She looked at the the other side of her bed: empty, vacant... it was just a void, not only there but in her surrendered life as well. "How could you fight against something that is not visible that tears your soul apart and you do not even know how to collect yourself?" she whispered sadly.  She dragged herself out of bed, the daylight was no more, just the clarity of a moonlit sky which was slowly being invaded by rolling grey clouds. As she gazed up, she whispered his name, the one name that she had treasured for so long and would not let go. Her thoughts still were a reminiscence of days p...