My mother, in his infinite wisdom, always said that everything happens for a reason.
ago awhile, had a small notebook where I wrote what came to mind was often loose ideas, sometimes they fragments of writings that I have followed over time, and most of the time were small outbreaks of inspiration he wrote and then forgot.
For reasons that are not public domain, this book became the property of the person who should receive it, but not before "censor" some content ...
Today, a little cleaning ton of paperwork I have, I got one of the censored sections. The reality is that reading this after so long gives me a little laughter, nostalgia, and well, I am reminded of other times that were much easier, complex and illogical
A little background: I have no precise recollection of when I wrote (Young about 18 years), but why ... I had been left by someone close.
In short, do not know why I tell you this, I found pleasant memory. I guess we all have memories that make them smile, mourn and think in silence.
'm staring at the ceiling thinking about you ... Although
noise em next room remember that we are no longer together, I look at the ceiling and I remember you.
remember every moment spent just breathing, staring at the ceiling and thinking that nothing can be better than that moment of peace after pleasure.
But everything changed, and now, instead of being at your side talking about philosophy of life looking at a white ceiling it needs a paint job, I'm just looking at the roof and thinking about how things have changed so that now you talk to another looking for a new roof, or only when I think about this world is that every time I go to bed, I think you.
Maybe life is unfair, maybe it's fate that made those moments never come, but the reality is simple, you're in the room next door, and the only thing I think is in those moments spent staring at the ceiling.
But as I think life is unfair and has a certain irony, I remember why things happen in the time that should happen, why everything must exist at the time that there should and why now when I need you most, you're not.
may sound a melancholy, may not sound sad, but now I see that roof to get to see the two together, I realize that the reality is different.
That you're not by my side for the simple fact that should not happen.
Just as I remember that at this time are thinking.
My final point is: Do not fight it, feel it, because after all, are what they are and how they faced the past.
