is illogical to believe that what is born in my heart for you is or has been darling, has no coherence and no time or way, I met you in a transition period between what you were and who you are, maybe if you could again know a few things to like your self today and some more me bother, I attract a few more and a few others seem to me absurd ... the funny and not have known before, is that you also knew me in a moment of transition from where I was and am now, and maybe if you returned to know you would discover what was not there, you might bother some, and perhaps others will
The hitch ... so time and perhaps are just a disguise for what is an alternate reality to paint a probability ... probability according to what we leave to the imagination ... what would happen? What could be if ...? whatever, not really ... strange thing is that the heart does not grieve this time, only questions ...
question why some things are not decided to be and because which if followed, they took that decision ... the flawed reasoning gives answers, but in the game of life where what exists is made up of more uncertainty than logical, responses will earn more foreign ground sane ....
Life is hard to describe ... a timeline with a set of accumulated experience of different types? It is a brief and vague definition ... a grand adventure full of challenges, disappointments, surprises and gifts? It is a concept not explain the genius of the meaning to live ... maybe the concept depends on the moment in which we live, people who get in your way of reaching and to be, moments that pass your time ... in my case my twisted mind and my soul no rope ...
In those moments and those people, you have been someone important ... I learned to good and bad ... I believed in something new without thinking ... I saw heaven in your eyes in the morning ... talked on the phone for hours and even nap ... I heard you gave me the secret of silence between the mouths, where the souls speak through my eyes ... remember what is asked as a child and doubt and imagine ... inspired me to write thoughts and emotions in ways rare ... I showed it is still possible to believe and dream ... You were a reminder of what ever you enjoy it ... because you left no sense of your life but with credible reasons to mine ... not even a formal goodbye gave me ... just run away and you become a ghost from the past ... even in possibility , or perhaps not in hope ... the hope dies last this time not even born ... the image of your retirement can deleted it ... you were a piece that broke my charts ... an event that reshaped ... one of my concepts the reasons for the transition will change and change to evolution.
What would happen if we encountered now? Perhaps no story twisted, only a well-lived friendship ... maybe there would be no attraction, would not seek your lips to mine, nor your eyes in my eyes or my head your lap, or my body your hugs ... maybe just smile and quietly platicaríamos We would laugh at this and good times without complication ...
Or maybe we would just be lovers, an infinite passion delivered at a meeting of my skin to yours, a fire that seeks pleasure and emotions do not in any sense caresses shared without needing to talk about, without sharing things in common than a desire, maybe even bored us to each other if they ever tell you all ...
Or perhaps immersed in that world of possibilities ... the less likely were they to meet again, to recognize, we were more than friends more than lovers, we had a strong relationship of friendship, where we share dreams, successes, frustrations, desires, fears, and part of everyday life ... we had a passion to bring our bodies to make love ... more than an ordinary couple, a completely out of reality but with enough consistency to risk and live ... enjoy the moments as lasting ... to experience ... to feel ... not limited ... to reopen the heart ... to share and not be only half that complements the other, to be whole beings that tracks past but do not forget that ... the slightest chance than this, perhaps, that any, that world is such alternate ... sleep time pursuing my inner madness while the fantasy that everyday reasoning seeks to overthrow ...
Perhaps the last probability is that so far we have no support in any way, which would be known only that at some point crossed over and found that by chance and by chance, they wonder how they go as far as we are, then what would be the difference?
The difference might be exploring all the possibilities which exist in reality ... if we come to the same point, we could believe in a fate, the lines of time and must not cross again ... and if we felt the shift in the heart, we are again possibilities: friends, lovers, family ... we would be immune to the possibility? Would you return to the same point? Would you choose a new path? Would you risk more? Look to the most? Would you leave things as they are? Would we think it is better to risk it safe? "Close down the heart again? ¿les daríamos alguna oportunidad? ¿para qué serviría el libre albedrío sin arriesgar? ¿de qué serviría la decisión? ¿Qué resultaría? … no lo sé… lo que si sé es que no estaríamos ciegos totalmente, a pesar de los cambios cada uno conoce alguna parte de la esencia del otro, que después del período de transición… el reto no es el camino que se pudiera formar… el reto sería la iniciativa de volver a cruzar nuestros caminos por voluntad propia, para de esta forma surgieran las posibilidades en el marco de un equilibrio imperfecto entre albedrío y destino…
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