Sentire sentirte con cada sensacion de amor
SO many thoughts are chaotically forming in my head as I write this, mostly philosophical and dealing with love, life, and death. As well as just random things. The exceptional qualities of important thoughts in my head is that most of them occur in spanish.
Solamente quisiera sentirte una vez mas, tu aroma, tu voz, tus consejos.
Nunca le he pedido ha Dios con tanta fe que me de algo mas
que la dicha de tan solo sentirte una vez mas.
Sentado en el rincon de un cuarto oscuro empapado en lagrimas
suplicandole a Dios que me deje tan solo un segundito sentirte
ha mi lado. Tan emotivo es mi sentimiento que hasta de respirar me olvido.
Querido abuelo, padre, y amigo me haces mas falta que el mismisimo aire que olvido de respirar.
Sometimes we need to write exactly what is going through our minds and exactly what we are going thru without looking back to proofread or spell check or even make sure its coherent. It is not the grammar or the vocabulary that makes literature great, it is the feeling and that bit of yourself that you leave with every word you write down.
Philosophers have dedicated a lifetime trying to explain what is death. Death is a very simple matter. one moment you are alive and the next you are not death is the absence of life. IT is very simple the problem is that people try to explain death in order to accept it. And the acceptance of death is another issue that can make such a simple matter into a library full of thousands of volumes written about death when truly it is about the acceptance of death.
Solamente quisiera sentirte una vez mas, tu aroma, tu voz, tus consejos.
Nunca le he pedido ha Dios con tanta fe que me de algo mas
que la dicha de tan solo sentirte una vez mas.
Sentado en el rincon de un cuarto oscuro empapado en lagrimas
suplicandole a Dios que me deje tan solo un segundito sentirte
ha mi lado. Tan emotivo es mi sentimiento que hasta de respirar me olvido.
Querido abuelo, padre, y amigo me haces mas falta que el mismisimo aire que olvido de respirar.
Sometimes we need to write exactly what is going through our minds and exactly what we are going thru without looking back to proofread or spell check or even make sure its coherent. It is not the grammar or the vocabulary that makes literature great, it is the feeling and that bit of yourself that you leave with every word you write down.
Philosophers have dedicated a lifetime trying to explain what is death. Death is a very simple matter. one moment you are alive and the next you are not death is the absence of life. IT is very simple the problem is that people try to explain death in order to accept it. And the acceptance of death is another issue that can make such a simple matter into a library full of thousands of volumes written about death when truly it is about the acceptance of death.