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Facing the blank page once again felt the fear of taking the pen and start writing your story, no history of successes and goals achieved no history of overcoming the world saw, not the story of his ever contagious smile, not that story, not the story that everyone came to inspire.

wanted to tell that story in which two unknown bodies found in a hot city, surrounded by white walls and lights (at the beginning ) off, would have prohibited such meetings in the middle of the night, banned further meetings in the light of day wanted to tell her loneliness as an unknown body found in a lonely equal to theirs and that for a time was the perfect company, wanted to have joined as common and uncommon forms, meant that in a strange way they loved , because the first and only rule of history was not love, but it came in without saying words and all that silence was hiding loving and consumed in desire to speak and break the stupid rule, would count as his frustration with the censure of his words taught say I love you with a smile, a smile of complicity when they were in the corridors of the city, at the corner of a shopping center, a call at midnight, a smile as he tore the clothes in the darkness of movie theaters, a smile to share book or hear a new song.

also wanted to tell with a smile, amid a warm city never said goodbye more re-view, meant that damn smile was the facade, and that despite his perfect life, still had a say I love you and listening to , meant that the silence had learned the perfect way love, because I knew it would not change anything and that he would settle for a smile.

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and tore the sheet, put the pencil and decided to enter gmail , click [compose mail], enter your address, write to the matter :) and press the send.

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I still can not believe

not yet because I remember every morning when I wake up.
not yet because I feel so much inside me when I see something that makes me remember.

I still think it was yesterday, when in the middle of a sunny plaza, surrounded by people and Comendo ice cream, we promised and vowed for the umpteenth time to love forever.
I still think that these oaths are for children and fools.
still remember how we got married in the middle of the night, the soft light of the moon and the stars, she subtly lit by a couple of torches, with a beautiful short dress at all traditional, white, which almost shines, surpassing in beauty and splendor of the moon, admired by all who attended the ceremony and idolized by me. I remember how we asked as we kissed and hugged excited.
I still wonder he felt at that time.
I can still smell the salty air of tropical paradise that we went on honeymoon, in this private beach on this beautiful yacht that gave you a wedding gift. in all the little details that took that trip, the sailor who fell into the sea, animals from the beach, swimming with dolphins and snorkeling with turtles. Everything seemed so perfect.
yet I can not believe how wrong I was.
still hurts to remember that dirty bed, which is full of lust and sadness, melancholy and despair, where I saw you in the arms of another man, I saw you happy, and he will not recognize anything on my face had been since long ago. did not feel anything by destroying every part of my being with your cold comments, when each of them attacked a different place in my heart and he collapsed to the deepest pit of despair. I was so hurt I thought about ending my life, one day I woke up in an unknown place, lonely and full of the sadness of your memory, which seemed little more than a dream.
still seems like yesterday, I did.
I still find it hard to believe, at that I was unfamiliar place, I peered into a window to discover that I was on the sixth floor, and then, with your memory boiling in my mind as to what my blood at that moment almost negligible, I jumped in head the ladder. I can still lie
suddenly remember that place where I was and call home.
I still find it illogical to stop and remember so clearly my house begin to associate with more and more events and people.
not yet because at the time of fall, when the last thing I could see was a girl at all surprised in the street, and just when I merged with something bigger and I melted into the pavement. I realized that you, not you.
yet I have not been more than a figment of my imagination and my twisted mind, you think for years and stay in my subconscious that your being fed with stories in my dreams that I made my madness I doubt your reality and think if you were, and in the end, I believe you, and you tore me apart.
Yes, I still can not believe.

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Chronicle of a final warning. Before Sleep

She wakes up and he kisses her hands.

She wakes up and he's gone, left early.

She wakes up in the sheets tangled and unmade bed, alone, as For some time now has been.

The mornings and nights were lost in the small glow of candles, no open windows and avoid leaving your home. He leaves every morning when the day is still dark, always comes at night tired, slowly so as not to wake her, but she always looks forward to sailing without him noticing.

Samantha and Gabriel was a couple who though young, his years seemed lost in oblivion.

One night, when Gabriel comes and lies down beside her, almost without touching it, Samantha was out of bed making sure you have fallen asleep, unconscious and quiet. With coffee in hand and a long list of thoughts walks to the room lost in the darkness and the noble silence of the morning, she has to think more than that is about to feel. He felt he was a stranger sharing the same bed, and felt the loneliness again, "I love you" lost, he felt the all turned in and desire nothing they felt that last a long time ago . Definitely, Samantha has lost its pleasures, he devoted himself to forget it and forget it, forgetting it was there when you needed it, but Gabriel turned to her to tell her how beautiful she is, sad and ugly truth, he felt. Then spend hours and strained feelings between those that feeling I had when I met him, those years of glory and small discussions that ended arranged with details, surprises or bed ... Here she is, with this stranger who once greeted with such intensity and there he is, hidden entered a deep sleep.

New morning, Gabriel will diligently. In his case finds a note "I hope early home surprise! turned to see Samantha but she was still in bed almost asleep. More than eagerness and enthusiasm, the curiosity to know what was all him to be faithful to the note. Samantha arrived and found a beautiful black dress, seductive lingerie that could be seen by the sway of her hips as she walked. In the table from the televeisor had a pizza and soda, Samantha has not forgotten the simplicity of Gabriel for things and his favorite dish.

He kept seeing her and she loved, was that look again, a seductive and sharp eyes that clung to the nakedness of his skin. Adolescents as they ate and which covered topics such as mature people but those memories that Samantha forced back into the conversation again and again certain gestures that feel ... Gabriel takes her in his arms and almost seems to drown a kiss, exploring new places he knew. Keeping it clung to her body as she swayed taking off clothes to get to bed and there, started all over again, at least for Samantha.

She wakes up, alone, Gabriel is gone. Beside him a note; "I hope you can forgive me sometime, but I long since you are nothing" ... Samantha collapsed cursing his name trying to kill the memories, after all, for Gabriel was a simple night with a stranger.

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