Today I lay in bed thinking that enough time has passed, and staring at the large window of my room I started to wander through my memories, taking refuge in the  distant memories, which this time are made only small cuts, now only small …

The moonlight was the beacon of my spectral performance, lying on white sheets with a pale face I only managed to breathe, and distantly a bright dot in the sky was fading, like everything that I was, like everything I felt, in my mind just walked the memory of a white shadow so diffuse, so brilliant …

I believed that those roses you sent me was a beautiful gift, you knew I liked the red and white roses, and surrounded with a beautiful gold ribbon I saw 12, 6 of each color, a white card hanged from the end of the rope, a piece of empty paper …

The rain soaked my face and the drops mingled with black tears streaming down my face, the fire of anger mingled with the bitterness of pain, I hit the trunk of the tree in which we recorded our names, the wood was buried deep well in my hand like the spines of that gift ……

I hated, I hated you as you have no idea, you left my soul in strips, you was going to join your life with my life … your life, no, your life is now mine, mine, mine you hear me! It was all that I thought about the same time that I was drowning in a thousand cries, wake up! Wake up! .. please …

Enough time has passed, you was going to join your life with my life … What life?, your life is extinguished as my life get age, like in my hands are deeper intersections of the life and my hair put their mark, you should have come … Why? …

Today I lay in bed thinking that it was some time, and staring at the large window of my room I started to wander through my memories, taking refuge in the  distant memories, on the moon I permeating my last breath, our last breath, while I realized that was not your fault, that maybe you were always with me, maybe that day you came at me, from the most deep of your heart …