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Perhaps you were taught to die, or you killed once, but art thou who decides to follow were killing. If it was me who provoked your death long ago, I felt it and I’m sorry, but art thou who continues committing, albeit perhaps on my behalf, nothing have I to do with it already. Water of life beats and just let it run inside your veins, incorporate it into your blood, thank her, sipping it, savour it, share it learn how to reproduce them share it again. Only they can with you, if you end up paying, if they shoot out and kill you inside shouting singing and singing and life has triggered me countless times, always has been a hand, a kiss, a caress, a look, a breath, a soft whooshing in my face that close me eyes and I lift, I recover, has sometimes come even from myself, as now, tonight where I celebration with old wine in a space full of me and nothing more, filled with the sound of the keys, and my most perfect musical background is red and waning Moon that hangs on my, I already told him that We are long time living alone, she and I, that I invite her, although which detached and light cat as well as comes goes, I just stop being me with me that Jack, stop looking at me only once a month, look at me daily, look into my eyes in the mirror, Abrazame, recognize myself these days, like tonight in which ends a day exhausting but full of achievementsfull of life, ending cycles of daily effort, love given, of beautiful creativity, give smiles, perceive needs of my work. Does this evening accompanied me alone and not to mourn, but to ask me what strikes me dinner?, what movie I want to rent? to smile with complicity by knowing me, promise me recognition and a place in myself. And although my heart is cracked, now I learn, a little, to savor it as what it is, I already learn to embrace my regrets, my ghosts, my sighs, my memories my nostalgia I learn and prize, I am at the table with them, accepting everything what they want to give me. I am lucho respite I AM. V. original author and source of the article.