A PAST HISTORY
I go to the balcony and lean my back against the drive cabinet. The rain continues its melody. Each drop, each note, a beautiful memory I will treasure for siempre.Con my left hand tighten the die, right on the heart and ask the spirits once again, do you get my message, that the drops in your do emerge cheek to your lips that tender smile when you're in my arms. That these water kisses always make you remember all the beauty that we shared. Still raining and my mind memories of attending a green hillside on a late spring rain. A picture of two young lovers, who still are learning, laughing soaked. Already
no rain, only I have the consolation of rhythmic drip from the roof, so depressing, trying to be rain. Do not blame him, who would not want to be rain? Have the world at your feet and in a last moment to merge with it by accident. I wish we could drop of rain to innocently from slipping down your cheek and see if you really smile like I do now.
At these times, when life was heaven, I've been thinking about how small my life and arrogant that it will be the star of a big story, something that not everyone can achieve. Maybe it's time to fall from my cloud and I cover the earth with my feet firmly bound by gravity. Or maybe the opposite, maybe it's time for you to elevate as the water evaporated so that both share the same dream, so that, once again, our story can be envied for ever and ever ... I do not know, I do not know what will happen, but I decided that whatever happens, and until that happens, I will show my best side and I will give you all my love as before, if well received.
I'll stay here, listening to the leaking roofs, and calling once again be able to return to rain.
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