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Lettrs: To you!
Do you remember when you were playing to being a bird singing among the foliage? You never believed that it was only a game: truth?, from your voice flowed the most beautiful songs. You were unbearable: true! that's why you one day wanted to fly, to leave far.
You had the look full of dreams, feeding the pigeons in the Park, and you knew, from memory its imaginary names, by force of labelling, of being a wind, of being a seed, of being a light in I don't know which distant star.
You were., or you are (I don't know which would be of your life) more I always trusted that you still are, this young woman of the lost generation, a dream always going. I don't know which to reme...
If I could choose! But I cannot; I'm the gray color, the color of the sand. The greyish evening of a light which stays away. I'm the cloudy dawn of a tremulous light which approaches.
I'm the astonishment hugging the shade which is projected.
I'm the time of the oblivion, a drop of sea in your forgotten eyes. I'm a sadness which is drunk, like the unbearable absence of the echo.
If I could choose, choose a moment! I would choose to see the moon across your eyes.
If I could choose! I would choose to find all the places that don't exist, and to love you without the hurries of the time.
If I could choose! I would want to be the fire, to be the agitated breathing of the kisses.
If I could...
She and he: were sent sighs in the flowers, it was inhabiting a dark aroma between its lips.
She and him: were the water of the thirst which they had. They were the silence which was silencing its words.
The distance between its lips was a yesterday where the light was wet..., the whole day. They drank The skin of a kiss between the bed blankets.
Between her and he: the distance of their lips it would vanish.
The empty hours were filling with a poison called absence.
The lonely evenings, the dying twilight between coffee and smoke,
The coffee! was not banishing the solitude, the insomnia, the madness of these words.
their arms were opened, hollow like a drum which strikes the life.
Dear Artie CJ , thank you for taking the time to read my letters and commenting on them. I feel like I'm being heard for once. And that's all I ever wanted. Thank you very much. Kiki ✨✨✨
¿Recuerdas cuando jugabas a ser un ave cantando entre el follaje?
Nunca creiste que solo era un juego ¿verdad?, de tu voz brotaban los mas lindos cantos.
Eras insoportable ¡cierto! por eso hasta quisiste un dia volar, marcharte lejos.
Tenias la mirada, llena de sueños, dabas de comer a las palomas en el parque, y conocias de memoria sus nombres imaginarios. A fuerza de etiquetarlas, de ser viento, de ser semilla, de ser luz, en no se que estrella lejana.
Eras.., o eres (no se que ha sido de tu vida) mas confio en que aun eres, esa joven de la generacion perdida, un sueño siempre alejandose. No se, que mas recordar, son tantos recuerdos que dificil elegir uno. Eras bastante singular y eso m...
He tocado una nube con mis brazos y le he robado el polen a las flores. Sin embargo, inexplicablemente, traigo una lluvia entre mis parpados.
¡Besarte no es amor, es irte descubriendo! En la distancia la luna desvelada observa; y es que tu sonrisa es un acertijo, un sonido rompiendo los silencios. Hasta el gorrión deja su canto para escuchar tu voz amplificada por el eco.
El aroma de tu piel es como un verano, lleno de calor, de flores y frutas palpitando. Abrazarte es descubrir la tempestad del sol fundiendo las horas de la espera, del tiempo eternizado, de una noche sin estrellas.
Sin embargo me siento triste, pensativo en estas calles solitarias por tu ausencia. La ciudad esta somn...
Por una idea estamos aqui, frente a frente
tu pensativa, yo con mirada ausente.
El sol se inclina en la distancia,
los pelicanos, besando al crepusculo
se adormecen sobre la superficie del agua.
Sobre la arena…, una caracola sonrie ajena a la vida.
el corazon se rompe con la fragilidad de un suspiro
se hacen trizas las horas , se acerca la noche.
Ya no importa, si una lagrima, irrumpe los sueños
ya no importa si un suspiro, se ahoga en un beso.
Dear Artie CJ ,
I am writing this letter for just expressing my gratitude towards you.
You always take time to read my work and give compliments on a comment section.
Thanks for everything.
It always inspire me to work better than yesterday.
Have a great life ahead with full of love and happiness.
Dear Artie CJ ,
Thanks for ur appreciations always.
Thank to god for giving people like you in my way...
Thank god for giving birth in this wonderful world...
Dear Artie CJ , There are some people which gives us happiness !! Thank you so much for such appreciation every time !! Your comments gives me confidence to write more !! Thanks buddy !!
Hello Dear Friend!! I enjoy your writing; I enjoy being here altogether! Your visits and comments on my letters are so inspiring! Each one reminds me of why I write: to create enjoyment for the reader/audience! Sometimes, I get concerned that my writing is "dry" because it's non-fictional (well usually!) . Maybe that's silly.
You're a lovely individual, and I really appreciate you!! I hope this letter finds you well and that you can write soon!
Dear Artie CJ ,
Thank you so much on your kind words on the little write up I had done. :)
The time you took off to read it means the world to me!
you really writing well, and you are good writer...
I always read your letter and somehow I Inspire and learn from you many thing...
May be this hobbies to writing works best....
Thank you for sharing your talent, thoughts and your experience in this platform and make others happy with your letter and specially to me..