Stories · Writing about life

Until after the end

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I had just entered the corridor, she barely saw me and opened a huge smile, opened her arms and hugged me as if she had not seen me for some time. But we had not been together for 24 hours. Our friendship was not easy, neither of us is. We are diametrically different, in our thoughts, in our tastes, in the way we see life and people. Curiously that was also what influenced us to be so friendly. We were not in the beginning, we had to build that too.

I do not know exactly how I started to be friends with my friends, I think we never know exactly when a person happens to be someone who knows himself to be love, to be a friend, happens. They arrived and were filling spaces, conquering smiles when I realized they became essential.

What I perceive in this whole difference is that one thing we have in common, we know how to listen and understand each other’s side of the other and we mainly respect our differences, e laugh and laugh a lot of ourselves and the funny situations that we go through and invent in our mind While planning the future.

What I like best about friendships, and this particular friendship, is the peace they bring me. And as she brings peace, she gives a smile that fits the world and when you see it you are sure that there you are sure that nothing you say can be so bad, has a look that makes you care and does you so well. You’re holding your gaze before your arms touch.

It is able to perceive and to know to you when it is not just with your hi on the phone, do not need more, these two letters is able to denounce you, denounce that fight with crush that she already hates just to make you sad.

We do not need to say, we know there is love and we are happy to meet and hold each other because friendship is that. Reciprocity, love, affection, subtle and simple demonstrations, but that make all the difference.

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Here she comes

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Here she comes with her hike
Put the headset and a loud music to play
With his eyes tightly closed he is able to travel.
She loves being with friends and having someone to talk to.
 Here she comes lost in thought
Your serious face can fool you.
Barely know
That is full of feelings
She comes with an open heart.
Ready to Conquer
The first to be allowed
Be close
Always see the good side of people.
And do no pre-trial
Your heart has already been hurt.
But, it does this learning
Cry like hurts at night

Listening to aroman

In the morning is another day
To be Unveiled
And here she comes …
With his smile on his side,
Walking slowly
Imagining a happy ending
In your mind !
Stories · Writing about life

See you (in the future)

I was sitting here killing time on the internet. I put this band (bastille) to play because that’s what I’ve heard most lately. I did not know all their songs but I put them to roll the entire album. Then this song appeared (laughter lines), I liked the rhythm of the melody, so I paid attention to the lyrics and came what I wanted to say to Him.

He’s a twenty-something years I’ve met. The first thing I saw in him was intelligence and I loved it. Yes, I loved it. I’m not a person who falls in love with looks but for the essence and he had a Q that attracted my attention. He was intelligent, hardworking and wanted to do good. He had political convictions that should be studied and worked out, but it was fun to discuss with him about it. He had a passion for what he was doing and that was charming. I let it take me.

I remember when he asked me which course was mine, I answered and he said he found it interesting but very difficult. At the same moment I thought, I will convince you to take this course. It did not happen, of course, but it did give us good chats. From there we did not stop anymore, I always encouraging the conversation, because it really intrigued me.

We finished our course and continued to talk, now less technical things, we talked about a lot. I could learn about him, about what he liked, his plans were like that for a long time. We left a few times, nothing much happened, just enjoyed the day.

It was going well, or so I thought. It all began to fall apart as he began to give expectations, things he could not keep. I believed him, wanted to pay to see, wanted to be and make him happy.

The beginning of the end was on a Friday night with a lot of talk, lots of plans for the next weekend defects, we were on the phone, he said everything I wanted, he tried to explain why we would not give a right, no convincing answer, every word That I heard my heart felt like it would explode.

I did not understand, I stayed on the floor, how can something change so much so suddenly, but ok, we followed the script we did the tour I was waiting for everything to change at the end of the day and back to what it was before. Did not happen. All that happened was several catastrophic events that could not be improved.

In one last frank conversation, which no one knows how it began, it was the end, the charm ended. All that I saw in good was superimposed by all the words that came to me like sharp points. I cried for myself, for him, for the situation, for the second time in just over a year. It was the weeping of relief, which took away all the pains that had been accumulated, which were suffocated by the good things I wanted for us.

These good things are gone, too.

This pain lasted two days, were intense days. I was fine, I moved on, after all life does not wait. But I could never say anything but ok. Nothing better came to my mind when my heart was torn apart.

So when I heard this song I remembered all this and words came to me to say: See you in the future when we are older and full of stories to tell. See you in the future when you’re laughing. Maybe we’ll have coffee and share our adventures. If it does not … Be happy.

Stories · Writing about life

She wanted the world and went after

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She was a restless girl with big dreams, waking up in the middle of the night and imagining herself to be great, being free. The small inland town where she lived with her siblings was no longer enough for her plans, she needed more.

Her friends rejoiced when after Sunday Mass they could wander around the square and engage in lively discussions with the boys and sometimes have the balls. Like the good girls in town, they were allowed to stay until one o’clock in the morning, or the parents would come and pick them up, they could not be “spoken.”

She was never interested in taking a walk in the square after Mass, not that she did not like the square or the city, she just wanted more. The boys of the city courted her, tried to please her, but no one ever really got her, her heart belonged elsewhere.

As the years went by, she began to be choked with all this, with the sameness of years that could not improve. Then she fidgeted again, packed her bag, put her guitar on her back, and left. They tried to stop her, but she did not let go, she had to go after her dreams.

Today she does not regret this choice, in fact, she thinks it was the best thing she did. She has not yet arrived where she wants to, but the important thing is to take the first step, and she gave and continues giving, sometimes short, sometimes long strides, in search of what makes her heart vibrate.

Poems

Body and heart

Tree of love
Tree of love

That to see me thus smiling

Do you think I’m happy

My mouth is talking

My heart feels.

I already tried to forget you

But, I love you madly

Your name is recorded

And it does not leave my mind !