Fly.

Flying free, down the hills and up to trees. Walk aroun and your life and never stop. Just run, run away from everyone and everything. Feel that you're alone in the dark, but once in your life, you're peaceful. Have you ever dreamt about another place to go? Have you ever felt the cold and the hot at the same time?

Just fly.

I still love you.

I’ve been dying since you left, since the last time that I saw your eyes, knowing that I won’t see them anymore. I’ve been so stressed but peaceful, because in some way, I knew that you wouldn’t come back, that I was over without you.

I’ve been writing letters enough for a year, sending them, with no answer. I’m still missing you, I’m still needing you… I don’t mind if you care or not, but… I’M STILL LOVING YOU.

How to feel?

Somewhere, deep inside, I feel this. I haven’t got enough words to say how you can live with it, but there isn’t a reason to keep on without it. Maybe it is like a rainbow, because there is some rain and some sun. Maybe it is like nothing else, like an autumn leaf when it’s windy, like a deep, deep breath, like a fleeting kiss. Like you, like me.

Maybe it isn’t a feeling at all, it could be the sensation, the prediction of something that will happen, the smile after a joke, the cry after a shout.

Come back.

You close your eyes and, What do you see?

Do you see the death? Can you feel it? Can you touch it at all? No. The answer is no. So, tell me, ¿Why don’t you open your eyes? You know that I’m not going to leave, don’t you? Your time is infinite, mine isn’t as much as yours, but I don’t stop fighting. Why do you stop? You’ve got much than me; you’ve got a future, a present and a beautiful past; you’ve got a family that loves you and waits for you; you’ve got people who appreciates you. What else do you want? You don’t need anything else. I know that you don’t remind me, that for you I’m only a cloud in your past, but open your eyes and I will go away. I don’t wish too much. Breath, feel, life. COME.

Truth.

The truth is, for what? Why did we fight unless we knew that we hadn’t got anything? The things wouldn’t change and we weren’t going to have a better situation. But, whatever, we tried it. Why? Because our strength was much stronger than their ignorance, and that one made us strong, that made us ours.