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Schatten-Wald, Meine Welt, Finland
"Las situaciones cambian, las ocasiones se suceden. Si estas no se aprovechan, no vuelven más. Puedo trabajar por hacer que cambie la situación. Pero hay situaciones por su esencia permanentes, aun cuando se altere su apariencia momentánea y se cubra de un velo su poder sobrecogedor: no puedo menos de morir, ni de padecer, ni de luchar, estoy sometido al acaso, me hundo inevitablemente en la culpa."
Karl Jaspers

30 de agosto de 2009

Maybe I'm Crazy

I dont know why, but I´m feeling like I´m crazy. Maybe its coz I haven’t seen you in a long time but I´m still remembering you and dreaming that I see you again, why?, that’s my question I need to see you again to know the answer but I cant coz that is prohibited and I think you cant remember me and that is the worst thing, someone is here watching what I´m writing, hurting my soul with stupid things of love and hate, someone is seeing us, someone is protecting me from you but that person doesn’t know that you are not evil as they think and I think that if I call you maybe you can remember me, but you are not here maybe you are gone to another place.



Why? This is so sad and painful, I can’t bear this anymore maybe I should pretend that you were a dream a very beauty dream, why I´m not going to call you? That’s my question. Someone is here, someone is here, and I want to see you again. Maybe she thought that it could be a great idea (my heart stolen) she made me love you, and then made me hate you, why?


This is so painful my feelings are betraying me, betraying my heart, betraying my soul and my mind, and now I´m afraid that you cant remember me and that I was like a dream just like you “a dream”, -"just a few days to erase him"- that’s what she said but it seems I will be dead before I forget you, imagine me an old woman remembering an old love that is prohibited, if I were not that shy maybe you will be here with me again.



Why? Someone is here, someone is here watching me suffering and pretending that I´m fine when I´m almost dead, “here” someone is here watching me writing.


I want to see you but how if I´m not brave. Why? Someone is here making me feel better but that person can’t see that I´m almost dead.


My heart is dead, my soul too. She killed them and now she thinks she is the best, she stole my heart and she won him as she wanted to.



Now I´m here sad and remembering your face and your voice something that I can’t forget, why? This maybe sound stupid but I need your voice to know that it wasn’t just a dream that I´m not crazy, I need to see you to know that you were not a dream, but how? Maybe this sounds stupid but someone is here trying to make me forget you.



I need to know that you are real; this can’t continue I know but how I’ll forget you, five months without your face without your voice that’s sad and painful.


Someone is here, near me, someone is here watching me while I´m writing someone is trying to guess what I´m doing with my feelings, someone is here, watching me, listening me while I´m crying for you, someone is here trying to know what my heart is feeling right now while I´m writing, why? I need to know why she wants to see my soul and try to know if you are not anymore in my heart. I want you here talking with me, singing and having fun, someone is here.



Someone is here, someone is here, don’t show your feelings…



It’s too late…
-Danielle-

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