15.7.04
Heavy is the burden, i feel it on my back. everyday it's heavier. the pressure coming from outside is bigger with the time. as my heart grows sadder, my eyes see couples everywhere and an inner battle begins in order to drop a tear, just a tear, only one, but how many things inside it!
I'm sorry, i didn't want to bother you with another sad story of a lonely guy. it's just that i needed to spit it out, at least in this silly way.
However i see light at the end of the path (or i am forcing myself to see it). i have hope. I see a girl sitting under a tree, staring at the view with her feets in the river. and i know she will love me, and i won't have to lie anymore, because she will see right through me, beyond my mask, the real "me". and finally, with the gentle touch of the skin, i'll be tought to love.
Que suerte de magia que tienen las ilusiones, que por mas triste que sea la realidad, sobreviven y se vuelven mas fuertes.
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I'm sorry, i didn't want to bother you with another sad story of a lonely guy. it's just that i needed to spit it out, at least in this silly way.
However i see light at the end of the path (or i am forcing myself to see it). i have hope. I see a girl sitting under a tree, staring at the view with her feets in the river. and i know she will love me, and i won't have to lie anymore, because she will see right through me, beyond my mask, the real "me". and finally, with the gentle touch of the skin, i'll be tought to love.
Que suerte de magia que tienen las ilusiones, que por mas triste que sea la realidad, sobreviven y se vuelven mas fuertes.
